The Stag Beetle, A. Crowley

Death implies change and individuality
If thou be THAT which hath no person,
Which is beyond the changing,
Even beyond changelessness,
What hast thou to do with death?

The bird of individuality is ecstasy;
So also is its death.
In love the individuality is slain;
Who loves not love?

Love death therefore,
And long eagerly for it.
Die Daily.