Sólo yo entiendo lo lejos que está el cielo de nosotros; pero conozco cómo acortar las veredas. Todo consiste en morir, Dios mediante, cuando uno quiera y no cuando Él lo disponga. O, si tú quieres, forzarlo a disponer antes de tiempo.

Juan Rulfo
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The quote above is in reference to the famous quote by Michel de Montaigne in 1588. It was made by one of his students in reference to death. Here the student says that the only thing that matters is dying when you want to and not when you are forced to. The student continues with a few more words of wisdom until he touches on fortune-telling. He believes that it is essential to have faith in God before you die, but if God wishes to take away your life, he will take it without your consent.

Source: Pedro PaRamo

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