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If it was ‘…I shall have eternal repose upon my eyelids’ he would understand better. That would mean she would have finished her race on earth, a race full of mysteries and miseries, bliss and toil uncommon to man, and would only win the crown by departing in peace, with a still face transformed eternally young with smile, radiant like star that blooms at the opening of the day or brilliant moon that light the earth when evening shadows descends upon it. It would be a divine death for a divine soul.  Ugly experiences with beautiful departure wins divine fame upon  soul that never compromised, enriching history with deeds and misdeeds only to guide than to misguide; but a soul that easily compromise wins eternal agony, incurable in the eternal space of time beyond terrestrial bond, leaving  wound on the earth that would take time to be healed by those who can face those challenges and make prisoners of them. Pathetic, our world is full of feeble people who remain at feet of mountains on their passage while few with every inch of their strained steps eventually had the mountains under

She would be  like a person who disbelieved the notion of the devils existence and hence investigated it to prove his point. In his finding he argued: devils are real and have mortal flesh. They live there in your neighbourhood, work with you in your office, are there in your home, you listen to them on radio, watch them on T.V, eat together with them, transact with them, and so and so; they are your shadow, your image in the mirror, exist in your voice, your eyes, nose and mouth; you shake hands with them, listen to them and talk with them. And he conclude that  human is actually a devil.
Everyone has right to his own opinion anyway.