The Fire of Hell
The Final Hour
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THE FINAL HOUR
The final hour comes to everyone. It can come while
one is sleeping, walking or lying in one’s bed. No
one can escape this hour, though the form which it
takes differs from person to person.
How strange death is. The flame of life is suddenly
extinguished; a happy face abruptly fades into
oblivion, as if it were less than dust; the aspirations
and ambitions that one cherishes on earth are
shattered in an instant, as if they were meaningless.
How meaningful life appears, yet its conclusion
renders it meaningless. How free man appears to
be, yet he is absolutely helpless before death. How
dear man’s ambitions and desires are to him, but
how mercilessly the hand of fate brings them to
nothing.
If one only remembers death, one will never be
arrogant. The secret of a good life is to stay within
one’s own bounds: death alone can teach one the
truth of this.
