it is said that when the point of dying was approaching, one of the greatest doctors of the church said that every work he ever wrote was nothing but straw, straw with no value, Death is the maximum point of tension in everyone's life, the last rite of passage, everything loses value: gold, human glory, sensual forms, compliments and admirations, all the ephemeral vanishes, you must desire that are not dressed just those, or you'll be naked