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Man is only a tiny, little star in a huge, huge universe, He is only a small segment of a giant organism, before it has the all seen so much and even though he had long crumble into dust and nothing is more reminiscent of him will follow him so much.

only a short time is allotted to each individual. And yet each man while he lives immortal "Everyone is young, healthy, the heart of life is hardly wasted one moment of his own death to think. He may not at all.
any moment could end his life. An accident. Only a car that you have overlooked. A descending falling object, a careless step ... and it's over.
If you think about it, it seems as if life is nothing but a black tunnel, the light at the end also means that their existence disappears.
So thinks the man is not it. He lives and strives in the belief that he and his deeds are immortal, there already are.
We tear the life from us, we breathe in every moment and can not and will not imagine that this play, the farce ever end.
Our entire culture would not exist without this basic principle. And we forget that our buildings crumble to rubble and ashes that the grass will grow over again, that are moldy our works of art and knowledge is useless in our books when we are just gone.

Only the ones with the Unausweichlichkeit ihres Todes konfrontiert werden, Kranke und Alte, begreifen, dass sie eben doch weichen müssen. Und dann flüchtet sich fast jeder, der nicht ein fanatischer Atheist ist in die süße Vorstellung, dass sein Geist woanders weiterleben wird.

Der Mensch fühlt und sieht sich als Unsterblich. Vielleicht sieht er deshalb nicht, wie er sich selbst die Luft nimmt, die er atmet. Vielleicht sieht er deshalb nicht wie er das Wasser verdreckt, das er trinkt.
Vielleicht registirert er deshalb nicht, dass er die Wesen foltert, die er beschützen sollte.
In seiner Überzeugung von der eigenen Überlegenheit und Unsterblichkeit He digs his own grave, in which he will be forever. He will not get up. Place it will make for a new world.
And yet ... I also have no concept of death. From the die, yes. But not by death. From nothing. What is it? Nothing ...