For what it is to die but to stand
naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is it to cease breathing but to free
the breath from it’s restless tides, that it may rise
and expand and seek through unencumbered?
Only when you drink from the river of
silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top,
then you shall begin to climb.
And when the earth shall reclaim your limbs,
then you shall truly dance.
Kahlil Gibran (1883 – 1931)