If you're still breathing you're the lucky one.

Death is the permanent cessation of all biological functions that sustain a living organism.

"[But] suppose that people live forever. . .

With infinite life comes an infinite list of relatives.

Sons never escape from the shadows

of their fathers. Nor do daughters of their mothers.

[With life] no new enterprise is new. All things have

been attempted by some antecedent in the family tree.

[With life] no person is whole. No person is free.

Over time, some have determined

that the only way to live is to die. In death, a man or

a woman is free of the weight of the past. These few

souls, with their dear relatives looking on, dive into

Lake Constance or hurl themselves from Monte Lema,-

ending their infinite lives. In this way, the finite has

conquered the infinite, millions of autumns have

yielded to no autumns, millions of snowfalls have

yielded to no snowfalls, millions of admonitions have

yielded to none."

Death is the permanent cessation of all biological functions that sustain a living organism.

Life is the general or universal condition of human existence.

Infinite life is chaos.

A chaos that never ends.

So through the eyes of one living an infinite life, through the eyes of one who knows all, who has seen all, heard all, tried all, been all, there is nothing quite more relinquishing

than death.

Funny, seeing death as relinquishing when through the eyes of one who lives a normal life, death is adorned with pain. Every soul breathes its last breath, heaving through corrupted lungs before it joins the choir invisible, and perishes.