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>>15758139
Neither can it any way concern you, whether you are living or dead: living, by reason that you are still in being; dead, because you are no more. Moreover, no one dies before his hour: the time you leave behind was no more yours than that was lapsed and gone before you came into the world; nor does it any more concern you.

“Consider how as nothing to us is the old age of times past.” —Lucretius iii. 985]

Wherever your life ends, it is all there. The utility of living consists not in the length of days, but in the use of time; a man may have lived long, and yet lived but a little. Make use of time while it is present with you. It depends upon your will, and not upon the number of days, to have a sufficient length of life. Is it possible you can imagine never to arrive at the place towards which you are continually going? and yet there is no journey but hath its end. And, if company will make it more pleasant or more easy to you, does not all the world go the self-same way?

“All things, then, life over, must follow thee.” —Lucretius, iii. 981.

Does not all the world dance the same brawl that you do? Is there anything that does not grow old, as well as you? A thousand men, a thousand animals, a thousand other creatures, die at the same moment that you die:
“No night has followed day, no day has followed night, in which there has not been heard sobs and sorrowing cries, the companions of death and funerals.”—Lucretius, v. 579.]

>>15758119
Evil does not exist in essence, only in act away from the Good. But he will through Necessity weave all evil into Good greater than whatever would have been if the evil wasn't there.
Like the paradox that little is as beautiful as tragedy. Death and loss are forms of limit, and without limit all would be chaos, thus the "evil" in the world all bring forth true Good. Would a sunset that lasted forever be beautiful? Yet all perfect moments I hope you've had, though they last mere hours and seconds, are reflected unto eternity.