Years ago in Roman times death was too common to be frightening; each life was quietly intertwined into the community. People died, bodies were bathed and attended, and family and friends paid their respects and moved on. Some historians identify the first major shift in attitude regarding death around the turn of the eleventh century when a sense of individuality began to arise and with it, profound consequences:
By Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the lig