Epitaph
The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own.
Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealth with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of time.
What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not, yet… I occurred.
Best damn epitaph I ever encountered, from the best damn writer I ever encountered.
And for what it's worth, the closest I come to a personal motto, from the same writer:
The unclouded eye is better, no matter what it sees.
That is all.
Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealth with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of time.
What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not, yet… I occurred.
Best damn epitaph I ever encountered, from the best damn writer I ever encountered.
And for what it's worth, the closest I come to a personal motto, from the same writer:
The unclouded eye is better, no matter what it sees.
That is all.