Omar Khayyam and I are like THIS! *crosses fingers*

Okay, so first off, some background:

While I'm rather apprehensive about how I'm going to die (painfully/drawn out=not cool), the idea of actually being dead has never perturbed me. This is probably largely due to the fact that I believe in ghosts and an afterlife of some sort, and am rather morbidly looking forward to haunting some shit up. I know, I know, I'm weird.

But my lack of fear of death intrigues people, and I wound up talking about it with shiremint a good deal. One of the things I pointed out, which amused her, is that loads of people have died and no one's come back to complain about it, so it can't possibly be all that bad. You really would think that if people had the power to return from the grave, and dying really, really, sucked, they'd bitch about it instead of just fretting over things that happened during their lives (which is what most ghosts seem to do) or pranking people.

Which brings me to the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam. "It's a smutty book!" I looked it up online while at work because I wanted to find a mostly-memorized stanza and memorize it completely. I found it and wrote it down. Then I looked at the stanza right below it, and found this:

Strange, is it not? that of the myriad who
Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through,
Not one returns to tell us of the Road,
Which to discover we must travel too.

How wild is that?! Omar Khayyam is my HOMEBOY! *dances*