Man has created death.
The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all
If soul my look and body touch, Which is the more blest?
Everything we look upon is blest.
...How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face... "When You Are Old And Gray
An aged man is but a paltry thing, a tattered coat upon a stick, unless soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing for every tatter in its mortal dress.