All the living will surely die, but the dead are not necessarily alive again, except for death. It is death, which goes hand in hand with life, for the assurance of life is dead, the promise of absolute honor and undeniable.
Death may be a departure, but also a way back. Back to origin, to the universe, to the creator.
Death may be separating, but also unifying. Unites the dead with his god, uniting the living with his neighbor.
Death may sow wound tears, but in sorrow was tucked smile happy happy.
In my lap stiffen your body, in my lap exhausted you, in my lap after the masamu. Goodbye, all the love and affection of your most longish and loyal grandson of the hereafter.
