How We Weep and Laugh at the Same Thing

Some of the most relaxing and beautiful prose you can read. Montaigne’s final sections reframe conceptions of death into simple and minimalist ideas that transcend time — “When I die, may I be in the middle of my work,” “Our first hour gives us life and began to devour it,” “mortal creatures live lives dependent on each other, like runners in a relay the pass on the torch of life,” “why not withdraw from life like a guest replete?”