With me: one minus one = one; with you: it’s zero. Here lies the only difference.

From one bell all the bells toll.

In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.

They are both spectacular, Life and death.

In the biggest and the smallest I sleep but at the same place I stay.

If birth is a manifestation of life, death is another.

Instead of imitating me, you simply loiter.

How alive is thought, invisible, yet without thought there is no sight.

Every thought about death takes a moment of life away.