Go thou, deceased, to this earth which is a mother, and spacious
and kind. May her touch be soft like that of wool, or a young
woman, and may she protect thee from the depths of destruction.
Rise above him, O Earth, do not press painfully on him, give him
good things, give him consolation, as a mother covers her child
with her cloth, cover thou him.
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If we don't know life, how can we know death?
If we don't know life, how can we know death?
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In the democracy of the dead all men at last are equal. There is neither rank nor station nor prerogative in the republic of the grave.
Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.
Death is more universal than life; everyone dies but not everyone lives.
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