Aging is quite similar to death. Some people stand up to aging and death as it were nothing. They can do so not because they’re braver than others, but simply because they lack imagination.
Only once people deny that which they love, do they become able to create it anew. Perhaps, the book I write, too, will die one day just like my body will. However, people have to accept that death is unavoidable. They will probably be gone in ten years. Their books will no longer exist in a hundred years as well. People accept this. Eternality is promised neither to books nor to humans. We live because we were born. If the system possesses the power of the life and death over you… you’re no longer a human. You’re livestock. No matter how hard a rancher tries to pretend otherwise, they never recognize their livestock as their friends.
It’s a mystery to me… How is it that these people, treated as livestock in this boring society, have not tried at all to destroy it?
Nothing in this world is eternal. The only thing that truly exists is the splendor of the souls that atone for their sins.