A poor player

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player

That struts and frets his hour upon the stage

And then is heard no more: it is a tale

Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,

Signifying nothing.

Death

Death doesn't exist. It never did, it never will. But we've drawn so many pictures of it, so many years, trying to pin it down, comprehend it, we've got to thinking of it as an entity, strangely alive and greedy. All it is, however, is a stopped watch, a loss, an end, a darkness. Nothing.

- Ray Bradbury

Age

Everyone has an internal age, a time in life when one is, if not one’s best, then at the very least one’s most authentic self. When your outside and inside are in sync, and soma and psyche mesh as perfectly as they’re going to.

As the body of the Oppositeless is made up of all the bodies in the universe, it is full of amazing aspects and has faces turned in every direction. It is infinite in size; its end, middle and beginning cannot be seen. It is the universe itself.