human, been, death

I believe that when "myself" dies, unity is restored.
My soul knows there is nothing to fear
but my mind hardly accepts that.
In any way fear is the worst companion of all
and it really scares me to death
how many of us live in permanent fear.
Fear makes you weak,
only love makes you strong.
See also human, being, birth

Cimitero STAGLIENO, GENOVA