The last samurai
" June 17th, 1876. The dead are with me tonight. They return each time I am obliged to tell their story. I can almost see them in the shadows, their bodies whole and beautiful once more. Sometimes it's as if they call to me in a sweet invitation. 'We are dead' they whisper 'and we are happy. Do not be afraid. You have been dead, too.' "
"Here there is neither past, nor future. Only an oblivion of water."
" - What do you want from me?
- What do you want for yourself?"
" - You were something before you were a soldier. You were a boy who was sad to see the leaves fall and the trees die.
- Like those trees, we are all dying. The future is an illusion, our plans are an illusion, our fears an illusion. We live life in every breath. Eat, drink, fuck. Now. Every cup of tea. Every word we write... every blossom we hold."
"I like to think he may have found at last some small measure of the peace we all seek, but few of us ever find."
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