I will be ready. When death comes, I will understand that she has come for me. I am no exception, nor should I be. Along with all who are living, my case is terminal. A philosophy of life without a philosophy of death is not real, is incomplete, is blind to what we live with every moment in our unconscious. So much of me even now lives beyond my body, lives in something called soul. Why should the end of my body be the end
of my soul? Why is it not just as logical to think my soul will go on forever? Both points of view are equally sane and equally mad. I will choose the one that best serves my living soul, my life today.

I choose life.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the people’s injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the contents of their character.
Martin Luther King, Jr.