Camus

Since we are all going to die It is obvious that when and how does not matter The years the years they whittle at you The persons on whom I have bestowed some of my dearest love Lie deep in their graves But although the happiness and delight of my life lie buried there I have not made a coffin of my heart to it too Sealing up forever my best affections Deep affliction has but strengthened and refined them I want the dead to be dead Forever And I want to be one of them Eventually Except that of course you cannot be one of them You cannot be one of the dead Because what has no existence can have no community No community My heart warms Just thinking about it Silence Blackness Aloneness Peace And all of it only a heartbeat away My time will come