Archives for the month of: February, 2013


“On the Fear of Death” by William Hazlitt

And our little life is rounded with a sleep.

Perhaps the best cure for the fear of death is to reflect that life has a beginning as well as an end. There was a time when we were not: this gives us no concern—why, then, should it trouble us that a time will come when we shall cease to be? I have no wish to have been alive a hundred years ago, or in the reign of Queen Anne: why should I regret and lay it so much to heart that I shall not be alive a hundred years hence, in the reign of I cannot tell whom?

When Bickerstaff wrote his Essays I knew nothing of the subjects of them; nay, much later, and but the other day, as it were, in the beginning of the reign of George III., when…

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She’s like the Moon, part of her always hidden away.


I wonder what the Moon thinks of our Earth? Does it spin around us in pity or appreciation? Respect? Or mockery? l cant tell what it’s trying to say to me. All these signs, what do they mean? Where exactly are we standing? Our poor Earth is almost done… Our beloved Earth is finally giving in after all those battles, we failed it- but we put up a good show. I’ll be listening closely to the Moon tonight, l’m sure our Earth will too… Maybe all these stories about our history will give us hope… But for now, this is it- laugh all you want Moon.