So the ugliness of continual birth fulfils itself and conquers gloriously only in the beautiful end, Death.
W.E.B. Du Bois: “So the ugliness of continual birth fulfils itself and conquers gloriously only in the beautiful end, Death.”
Editor's note · Context
This passage suggests that the cycle of life culminates in death, which is seen as a beautiful conclusion.
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