“Everything comes, everything goes, everything flows, and at the end of the river, where it plunges like cascades hundreds of metres into the depths, everything is gone and gone, everything that breathes plunges with it into the abyss, to sink forever into the nowhere-ending silent sea, from which no one has ever returned.
All that whining at funerals, I suddenly thought, -one should, on the contrary, cheer, sing and rejoice for the dead, finally redeemed and admitted, as one incongruously claims, to higher intelligentsia.”
Jeroen Brouwers, from BDE, 2011