Though the physicality of death destroys us, the idea of death may save us.

Some day soon, perhaps in forty years, there will be no one alive who has ever known me. That's when I will be truly dead - when I exist in no one's memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known some person or cluster of people. When that person dies, the whole cluster dies,too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead?

Every person must choose how much truth he can stand.

Though the physicality of death destroys us, the idea of death may save us.

A sense of life meaning ensues but cannot be deliberately pursued: life meaning is always a derivative phenomenon that materializes when we have transcended ourselves, when we have forgotten ourselves and become absorbed in someone (or something) outside ourselves

The act of revealing oneself fully to another and still being accepted may be the major vehicle of therapeutic help.

Life is a spark between two identical voids, the darkness before birth and the one after death.