<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487526" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Entering The Door For The Final Exit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">sometimes there is <br>an ending surprise when<br>we contemplate<br>upon <br>the death of a human being</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we dread thinking that <br>we can be that<br>dead human being carried by<br>a few<br>inside a coffin <br>towards the most silent<br>destination<br>decorated by wilted roses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or some smoke from the<br>candles</div><div style="margin:10px 0">call me weird and if i am<br>then fr minster must be the most weird person<br>doctor of metaphysics<br>exploring all avenues about death</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he is rested. he was murdered while attending to the needs<br>of the prisoners.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for one thing <br>and this i admire myself for that<br>less the arrogance<br>of a <br>questionable philosopher</div><div style="margin:10px 0">i told him<br>death is nothing<br>it is the most normal event that happens to the human species</div><div style="margin:10px 0">even my own<br>i do not wish any pompous occasion to mark it</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is the humility to simply acknowledge<br>that we are all <br>silly mortals who are trying to escape but does not want to enter<br>the door</div><div style="margin:10px 0">jesus, he only had 33.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=487526" data-title="Entering The Door For The Final Exit de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="sometimes there is an ending surprise when we contemplate upon the death of a human being we dread thinking that we can be that dead human being carried by a few inside a coffin towards the most silent destination decorated by wilted roses o..."></div> </div> </div>

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