Death does not frighten me nor does it take anything from me. Death is an unknown thing that the living have falsified and sought refuge from, because they love the known. They love their lives, which they see with an imperfect eye. A person has no home to live in after death, except the one he built before death. When you mention the dead, count yourself as one of them. I want to die in a strange land, in a distant land, and for the birds to eat me and for it to rain on the remains of my corpse.