Peaceful death and striving life fuse into a very confused immortal. Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts?

And Lot's wife, of course, was told not to look back where all those people and their homes had been. But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human. So she was turned into a pillar of salt. So it goes. People aren't supposed to look back. I'm certainly not going to do it anymore.
-- Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.

I will look at cliffs and clouds
With quiet eyes,
Watch the wind bow down the grass,
And the grass rise.

And when lights begin to show
Up from the town,
I will mark which must be mine,
And then start down!
— Afternoon on a Hill, by Edna St. Vincent Millay

// dewy rosebud