Death in my mind isn’t a finality. There’s a continuum: it’s like at night, you go to sleep and in the daytime you wake up, or whenever you wake up, and it’s a new day.
“My task is to carry secret burdens for the world. People watch curiously. Yesterday morning at sunrise for example, you could have seen me on the breakwall carrying gauze. I also carry untimely ideas and sins in general or any faulty action that has been lowered together with you into this hour. Trust me. The trotting animal can restore red hearts to red.”
Anne Carson | “Short Talk on My Task”