Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous possessive love that grabs at what it can .
Got it. Demon. Death. Doom .
What I look forward to is continued immaturity followed by death .
There I lay, wearing dead people as armor against death .
Death isn't the end, it's the beginning .
There is no remedy for death—or birth—except to hug the spaces in between. Live loud. Live wide. Live tall .
But there is nothing in biology yet found that indicates the inevitability of death .