“Death is a deceiver, a non-existent thing of the shadows. From the creeping caterpillar comes the lightloving butterfly, and from the hard grain, the full blooming barley. Who, looking at the date stone, can see therein the tree to be? Search the seed, and the plant is nowhere to be found. Even so is it with the spirit.”
The Kolbrin, Book of Scrolls (SCL:32:4)