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To you who have never died, may I say: Welcome to the world! Absence and death are the same -- only that in death there
is no suffering. Woe, woe, woe... in a little while we shall all be dead.
Therefore let us behave as though we were dead already. There is much pain that is quite noiseless; and vibrations
that make human agonies are often a mere whisper in the roar of
hurrying existence. There are glances of hatred that stab and raise
no cry of murder; robberies that leave man or woman for ever beggared
of peace and joy, yet kept secret by the sufferer --committed to
no sound except that of low moans in the night, seen in no writing
except that made on the face by the slow months of suppressed anguish
and early morning tears. Many an inherited sorrow that has marred
a life has been breathed into no human ear.
I have a piece of great and sad news to tell you: I am dead. Only enemies speak the truth. Friends and lovers lie endlessly,
caught in the web of duty. Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
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