" of death among our own species, to say nothing of the thousand styles and modes of murder, our best memories, even among happy deaths, yields groans and tears, mingled with morbid exultation;burial companies, black in cloth and countenance; last of all; a black box burial in an ill-omened place, haunted by imaginary glooms and ghosts of every degree. Thus death becomes fearful, and the most notable and incredible thing heard around a death-bed is; " I fear not to die. "
But let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life, and that the grave has no victory for it never fights. All is divine harmony"
John Muir from University of the Wilderness 1870
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