"Why do we wear out so quickly, when the elements of which we are
composed are indestructible? What is it that wears out? Not that of which we
are made, that is certain. We wither and fade away, we perish, because the
desire to live is extinguished. And why does this most potent flame die out?
For lack of faith. From the time we are born we are told that we are mortal. From
the time we are able to understand words we are taught that we must kill in
order to survive. In season and out we are reminded that, no matter how
intelligently, reasonably or wisely we live, we shall become sick and die. We
are inoculated with the idea of death almost from birth. Is it any wonder that
we die?"
Plexus, Henry Miller
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