Tell your friend that in his death, a part of you dies and goes with him. Wherever he goes, you also go. He will not be alone.
We carry about us the burden of what thousands of people have said and the memories of all our misfortunes. To abandon all that is to be alone, and the mind that is alone is not only innocent but young — not in time or age, but young, innocent, alive at whatever age — and only such a mind can see that which is truth and that which is not measurable by words.
Thought is so cunning, so clever, that it distorts everything for its own convenience.