It could be said that in his death,
he has become a thing of love far greater than any living being could hope to be.
Already he does not hate, does not kill, does not steal. Is it not magnificent?
Left where he is, he will selflessly provide sustenance for animals and insects.
Buffeted by harsh winds, pelted by stinging rain.
Still he will not utter a single word in protest.
Death is that which completes a man.
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