Til Naught Wakes

“...there was a person, his eyes, his mouth, a person who might have lived as he lived and have seen and spoken and heard as he did; then one layer down, the hard unfeeling shell that outlives the rest and is indistinguishable at a first glance from a hundred thousand others, the underlying oneness; and, finally, coiled gray matter, the workings of which are all that survive, beyond bone and expression, when the brain that thought and the skull that held the brain are equally gone to dust.”
― Charles Lambert