The cow that lows in the pasture is fattening itself for the slaughter. Trees only grow to be cut down. Yes, and greater things than these feel death. How often do we take up a history book, and read of the rise and fall of empires. We hear of the coronation and the death of kings.
Death is the black servant who rides behind the chariot of life.
Death reaches far throughout this world, and has stamped all terrestrial things with an arrow pointing to the grave. There is a land where the death bells are never tolled, where grave clothes are never put on, where graves are never dug. To reach it, we must die.