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To relish life and to relish death/ And to be grateful for both/ And to be open for more/ In both death and life.
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Death: Live It! p.72

 

Kuruvilla Pandikattu

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The ports of death are sins; of life, good deeds:
Through which our merit leads us to our meeds.
How willful blind is he then, that would stray,
And hath it in his powers, to make his way!
This world death's region is, the other life's:
And here, it should be one of our first strifes,
So to front death, as men might judge us past it.
For good men but see death, the wicked taste it.

 

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