"Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix forever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon."
I love rockclimbing!
"... the sons of men, the youth in life's green spring, and he who goes in the full strength of years, matron and maid, the speechless babe, and the gray-headed man - shall one by one be gathered to thy side, by those, who in their turn shall follow them"
We don't need these bodies, we just need our souls
I am not afraid to join you some day Grandma Nancy
"... approach thy grave, like one who wraps the drapery of his couch about him, and lies down to pleasant dreams."