" It's strange, of course, no longer to inhabit the earth,
no longer to practice barely learned customs,
not to give roses and other auspicious things
the meaning of a human future;
to be no longer what one was in infinitely
anxious hands, and even to put aside
one's own name like a broken toy.
Strange, to no longer keep wishing our wishes. Strange,
to see elements, once related, flutter
loosely in space. And being dead is toilsome,
and full of the retrieving needed if little by little
we're to feel a bit of eternity. "

― Rainer Maria Rilke , Duino Elegies