Men's lives have meaning, not their deaths.

Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

El que corre por la vida, corre hacia la muerte.

What are you doing to me?” he asked the crow, tearful. Teaching you how to fly. “I can’t fly!” You’re flying right now. “I’m falling!” Every flight begins with a fall, the crow said.

Why won't they let me be? I just need to rest, that's all, to rest and sleep some, and maybe die a little.

What do we say to the Lord of Death?'

'Not today.