Death and Touch
There is no eternity, but in the moment, the momentus. And there is no serenity, but in the moment's very briefness. It is the soul that dies, when the body dies, since the soul is the life-quick of life.
And life is the final truth, since we aren't dead yet.
Death is pure meaninglessness, for it isn't life; to have died is to be worthless to life.
Having once been alive—means nothing. It is being now the living, and only, that carries meaning or value. Life is valuable and death is invaluable. And in the money sense, it is death that becomes valuable, while life becomes invaluable. Money always does it.
To live for death is a rather poor show.
But to live in a deathly way, all you modern children, is as valueless again. To live always destroying touch.
Modern life is afraid of touch. And people who live in modern life are cowards in peace, but brave fools in war.
