Source: What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire
Japanese Death Poems. Compiled by Yoel Hoffmann. ISBN 978-0-8048-3179-6.
“Finality is death. Perfection is finality. Nothing is perfect. There are lumps in it.”
The Crock of Gold (Charleston: BiblioBazaar, [1912] 2006) p. 27.
Un Art de Vivre (The Art of Living) (1939), The Art of Growing Old
“Take me away from all this Death.”
“Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.”
Death http://www.poetrysoup.com/famous/poem/21379/Death
From the poems written in English
“Nothing shows you the straight line from here to death like a list.”
Source: Survivor
“Far away….? Not really. Neither here nor there. No sky up high……, No nothing below.. LIMBO.”
Where am I, www.Poemhunter.com http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-am-i-11/,
"The Meaning of Life: The Big Picture", Life Magazine (December 1988)
Interviews
Context: For those who believe in God, most of the big questions are answered. But for those of us who can't readily accept the God formula, the big answers don't remain stonewritten. We adjust to new conditions and discoveries. We are pliable. Love need not be a command or faith a dictum. I am my own God. We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.
“We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us.”
