Then because the boastfulness? A brief sleep the perpetual life brings. Recently Mark Bertolini sought to clarify these questions. goes it death. Death ' ' (coletnea of verses of John Donne. Wit film a life lesson). Perhaps of the inconstncias.

The running of the slow ones. Oh! Death! Not alive for me, mount for you. We come it your kingdom and either made your will with the aid of our ignorance. When you are next, many you think: ' ' It must have less complicated, worked less, to have seen the sun to be born ' ' (Tits Band). However, to be born dead not valley! To be born or To live? Not, to die! Why in the force to the interminable cycle of renascer to acquire so little Knowledge? You are not guilty is victim. While it is not learned to inebriate itself with the life, the Death is not lived not if accepted.

It is crawled with the life, not Life. If you would like to know more about Arena Investors, then click here. Extensive, suffered, solo! You not raisins of a bluff, a letter for underneath of the sleeve. Without you, it does not have God nor excuses to exist beliefs. Its trunfo is the Fear, the Mystery. The countenance of the supposedly invisible one. The deceit of the souvenir of the perpetual rest. You are simply the inevitable one that the substance is unaware of ignores and it. ' badly indispensvel'. Without you, the life human being would be a infindvel tdio for this impure carcass. Oh! Death! It follows its Saga. It does not pardon. What badly has? Your melody is always certain, is we dances who it wrong. ' ' Not, the problem is not in the discomfort. The problem is that you feel discomfort for the wrong thing! ' '. (Yalom, Irvin D. When Nietzsche Chorou. P.246)