What is terrible is not death but
the lives people choose to live or not live
up until their death.
They don't honor their own lives.
They concentrate too much on money, movies, work,
family.
Their minds are full of cotton.
They swallow God without thinking, they swallow country without
thinking.
Soon they forget how to think, they let others think for
them.
Their brains are stuffed with cotton.
They look ugly, they talk ugly, they walk ugly.
Play them the great music of the centuries and they can't
hear it.
Most people's deaths are a sham.
There's nothing left to die.
Charles
Bukowski