I am broken to pieces. Beaten. Slowly ground to powder. So finely--at last--I shall take to the air.

Indeed I let Benjamin go wildBecause I am the wilderness.

If you have not really experienced it yet, how can you be sure Death is what follows?

Imagine downloading your mind into a sentient machine. And destroying your body. Would the machine, on waking up, feel it is yourself? Are you the mind then? Now suppose the memories in this machine, were erased. Would this machine cease to know itself as yourself? Are you the memories then? If you are your memories, then every time you forget one thing you are not yourself any more?

You should not want A happy life But a rich one instead.

But most importantly: Do not draw Conclusions

Yes, Friends, companions, partners and lovers make our lives much more beautiful. But in the end, we face death alone.