"Death heightens love by bringing loss. It deepens beauty by fomenting decay. It focuses life by providing an end. It transforms our imaginations and desires by making us the death-aware animal, a perhaps unique creature in nature."
And so, let's remember this poem by Blake, fragments from "Auguries of Innocence":
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.Death is not the greatest loss; the greatest loss is allow parts of you to die while you are still living.