Only little boys and old men sneer at love.
Love, Passion, Age
I used to go to church. I even went through a rather intense religious period when I was sixteen. But the idea of an everlasting life - a never-ending banquet, as a stupid visiting minister to our church once appallingly described it - filled me with a greater terror than the concept of extinction...
Fiction
Not the least of the hardships to which the dying are subject is the visitation of their loved ones. The poor darlings, God bless them, may feel every impulse to condole and console, but their primary sensation is nonetheless one of embarrassment in the presence of the unspeakable and a guilty gratitude that it is not yet their fate.
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