My dying words

You never know when you might get hit by a truck, so it makes sense to give your dying words while you're still standing. Besides, one is liable to blubber or scream incoherently on one's deathbed, and not be able to get off anything useful at the time. There's always time to revise advance words later, maybe.

Death makes a bully pulpit, but it's hard to compete with the likes of "Be a lamp unto yourself," or "Why hast Thou forsaken me?" I'm not lofty enough to speak like the first and haven't lived the life to justify the second. What can I say? How about this: Maybe we can help each other. If there's a hell to face worse than any I've seen here, then I want to walk into it with a heart open to aid any trapped there. It'll probably go better if we walk in together.

When I am lying on the ground with my limbs pointing in the four directions and have returned whence I came, please continue to foster practice centered on upright immobile sitting and that faces without puffery in the directions of warm heart, rigorous intellect, grounded labors, and greater good.

Also please study the Dragon Puzzle seriously but not too seriously.

Well that's all a bit grand and serious, and perhaps too much of a system already. Glad to get it off my chest, though. Thank you.