The Greatest Gifts
What awaits us when we die? What we neither expect nor even imagine. (Heraclitus)
Why should we fear what awaits us when we die?
Why worry about what can neither be expected
Nor even imagined?
We should live for today,
Anticipate tomorrow,
And remember yesterday.
We already possess the greatest gifts:
Life,
Hope,
Memory.
In nothing else is one truly rich;
In nothing else can one be truly destitute.
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