We'll Be Able To Fly

all our times have come
here but now they're gone
seasons don't fear the reaper
nor do the wind
the sun or the rain
we can be like they are
come on baby
don't fear the reaper
baby take my hand
don't fear the reaper
we'll be able to fly
don't fear the reaper
baby i'm your man

To the man whom
death’s wing has touched,
what once seemed important
is so no longer;
and other things become
so which once did not
seem important or which
he did not even know existed.
The layers of
acquired knowledge
peel away from the mind
like a cosmetic and reveal,
in patches,
the naked flesh beneath,
the authentic being
hidden there.

And I would compare myself to a palimpsest ;
I shared the thrill of the scholar who beneath more recent script discovers,
on the same paper, an infinitely more precious ancient text.

--André Gide
The Immoralist

Blue Oyster Cult: Don't Fear the Reaper