Death (n.) is the only perfect relaxation of tension, and it solves no problem at all.
Death (n.) is deposited, a little at a time, by every act of individuation in the one who performs it.
Death (n.) annihilates an individual only from the inside: to wipe it out objectively the whole milieu it belonged to would have to be wiped out too.
Death (n.) is the correlate of individuality: where beings divide instead of dying, there are no individuals.
Death (n.) is what a multicellular organism's own working does to it, not a property of living matter itself.
Death (n.) comes in two kinds: the hostile kind that breaks a balance only functioning can keep up, and no destiny hides inside the living thing to make it inevitable.
Death (n.) is the mark of a copy of a copy: the body of the world, made by the maker himself, never dies, while animal bodies, made by gods imitating him, do.
Death (n.) is a rescue in Marcus Aurelius: dissolving into the whole spares the individual the slow ruin of his own mind.
Death (n.) is where life starts for the man who counts himself already dead.
Death (n.) is symmetrical with the time before birth: the nothingness after life is the same nothingness seen from the other side.
Death (n.) is the second half of a nothing you have already survived: before birth you neither felt nor knew anything, and after death is the same.