Special Recommendation II

"Death gives us sleep, eternal youth, and immortality." — Jean Paul Richter

"Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time." — Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there; I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there; I did not die.

— Mary Elizabeth Frye

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Dark, empty, and alone. Darkness stretched as far as Desmond's eyes could see. He could not see nor hear. It was an empty space of time and reality.

"I died... cruelly."