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But when a high-ranking Viking woman on a farm in Vinjeøra, central Norway, died she was carefully dressed in fine clothes and arrayed with jewels and rich grave goods. Then, she was laid in a newly constructed longboat. But, rather than dig a new grave, the people of Vinjeøra dug up a larger longboat that had already been buried 100 years prior. The inhabitant of the larger longboat was an 8th century man. The woman's 7- to 8-metre longboat was carefully and neatly placed inside the larger 9- to 10-metre one, on top of the man's remains, and the whole assemblage re-buried. Researchers believe that “it's reasonable to think that the two were buried together to mark the family's ownership to the farm, in a society that for the most part didn't write things down". [1] On the ocean of life we travel. Trying to ride the waves of existence. But we are not the passenger. We are the boat. Carrying the cosmos far far away. We are not happy to be alive. It is the universe smiling. We long for death. But we cannot die without death dying as well. There is life in life. Consciousness in consciousness. Existence does nothing more than exist. Being is. Don’t you see? We are not the ones who are afraid to die. The world is.
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