"For what is to die but to stand naked
in the wind and to melt into the sun?
And what is to cease breathing, but to
free the breath from its restless tides,
that it may rise and expand and seek
Only when you drink from the river of
silence shall you indeed sing.
And when you have reached the mountain top,
then shall you climb.
And when the earth shall claim your limbs,
then shall you truly dance."