Death does not concern us, because as long as we exist, death is not here. And when it does come, we no longer exist.
It is possible to provide security against other ills, but as far as death is concerned, we men live in a city without walls.
The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.
Marcus Tullius Cicero
Usury lives in the pores of production, as it were, just as the gods of Epicurus lived in the space between the worlds.