Ma võiksin siikohas rääkida surmateadvusest ja sellest, kuidas seda ellu rakendada. Aga see oleks liialt diipklaver. Oluliselt elutervem on vahel kuulata hoopis kettamaailma Surma sõnu. Järgnev on Terry Prachetti üllitisest Hogfather (kes veel ei teadnud, siis Surm räägib alati suurtähtedes.):
"All right,' said Susan. 'I'm not stupid. You're saying humans need... fantasies to make life bearable.
REALLY? AS IF IT WAS SOME KIND OF PINK PILL? NO. HUMANS NEED
FANTASY TO BE HUMAN. TO BE THE PLACE WHERE THE FALLING ANGEL MEETS THE
RISING APE
Tooth fairies? Hogfathers? Little-
YES. AS PRACTICE. YOU HAVE TO START OUT LEARNING TO BELIEVE THE LITTLE LIES
So we can believe the big ones?
YES. JUSTICE. MERCY. DUTY. THAT SORT OF THING
They're not the same at all!
YOU THINK SO? THEN TAKE THE UNIVERSE AND GRIND IT DOWN TO THE
FINEST POWDER AND SIEVE IT THROUGH THE FINEST SIEVE AND THEN SHOW ME
ONE ATOM OF JUSTICE, ONE MOLECULE OF MERCY. AND YET--
Death waved a hand. AND YET YOU ACT AS IF THERE IS SOME IDEAL ORDER IN THE WORLD, AS IF THERE IS SOME... SOME RIGHTNESS IN THE UNIVERSE BY WHICH IT MAY BE JUDGED
Yes, but people have got to believe that, or what's the point---
MY POINT EXACTLY
YOU NEED TO BELIEVE IN THINGS THAT AREN'T TRUE, HOW ELSE CAN THEY BECOME?"
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