Death is before me today:
like the recovery of a sick man,
like going forth into a garden after sickness.
Death is before me today:
like the odour of myrrh,
like sitting under a sail in a good wind.
Death is before me today:
like the course of a stream;
like the return of a man from the war-galley to his house.
Death is before me today:
like the home that a man longs to see,
after years spent as a captive.
~ From "Dialogue of a Misanthrope with His Soul" (ca 2000 BC), now called "Dispute Between a Man and His Ba," from a papyrus of the middle kingdom of Egypt.
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