Death (n.) is all around us, even though we live in a darkness that cannot comprehend it.
Death (n.) is all that makes sense of life in time.
Death (n.) is not dead, for we cannot say that it ever died.
Death (n.) is not the opposite of life, but only the opposite of birth.
Death (n.) entered the world, not with the fall of Adam or Satan, but with the creation of the objective world by the birth of consciousness.
Death (n.) is that without which life would be uniform, as in the monotonous visions of heaven.
Death (n.) is the centre: in death the subjective centre disappears, which means also that it disappears into the centre.
Death (n.) is the one point at which man and nature really become identified and the only event in which the genuinely heroic aspect of human life emerges.
Death (n.) is the opposite of birth.
Death (n.) is utterly fair and without respect of persons.