Death

"The mill wheel is driven by water. But what drives our wheel that we want to live, to live forever? And to stop, to pass away, never! ?What is it that grinds our heads, that we so esteem its grind and grindings? Only hopes and hopes, one hope, two hopes, many hopes, all beautiful hopes. But all hopes are but images. And not a real picture: a spiritual mirage. If we come to it, we come to a desert, a rock, a swamp, as we have left it for. But from there, we see a new and beautiful picture, and, disappointed a thousand times, we hurry to it again, and hurry with all our lives, until we fall into the 6 ft. hole."