Apart from death, life is inconceivable. Life and death are inveterate foes. Life is ever on the watch against the incessant onslaughts of invincible death to extinguish it. Death hungers for life, feeds upon life and is ever a-hungry for more morsels. Death, the greatest glutton, holds unending festival and knows no satiation.
None is ever so busy as death.
He knows no holiday and no days of rest. Life makes history. Death is blank. Life knows the present and the past and the future. Death knows but the present.