Go forget me - why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go forget me - and tomorrow brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile - though I shall not be near thee Sing - though I shall never hear thee.
Fear not and the God of mercies grant a full gale and a fair entry into His kingdom which may carry sweetly and swiftly over the bar that you find not the rub of death.
Life and death. They are somehow sweetly and beautifully mixed but I don't know how.
We think that democracy can change a lot of things but we're being fooled because democracy is not the election. We've been taught that democracy is having elections. And it isn't. Elections are the most horrendous aspect of democracy. It's the most mundane trivial disappointing dirty aspect.