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Death has no loopholes. All of us must meet it in the

end.

We go through the same motions in the same old place.

No measure

Of added life will ever coin for us a novel pleasure.

True, while we lack that which we long for, it is an

obsession,

But we will just crave something else once it’s in our

possession;

We are forever panting with an unquenched thirst for

life.

No one knows what the years to come will bring – what

joy or strife

May lie in store for us, what outcome’s looming in our

lot.

But by adding to life, we don’t diminish by one jot

The length of death, nor are we able to subtract instead

Anything to abbreviate the time that we are dead.

 

Though you outlive as many generations as you will,

Nevertheless, Eternal death is waiting for you still.

It is no shorter, that eternity that lies in store

For the man who with the setting sun today will rise no

more,

Than for the man whose sun has set, months even years,

before.

 

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Epicurus Of Albion

Skeptic, naturalist and existential-nihilist philospher, Epicurus is interested in the Greco-Roman philosophies of antiquity as well as admiring from the stoa its cultural and aesthetical milleu. Epicurus takes to connoisseuring from the philosophical punch the many schools of philosophy and testing their wisdom.
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