Mysticism

On Life:

Man does not weave the web of life. He is simply a strand within it. What man does to the web, he does to himself.

On death:

Don’t stand by my grave and weep, for I am not there, I did not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamonds glint on snow.
I am the sunlighht on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumns rain.
Don’t stand by my grave and cry; I am not htere, I did not die.