Upon my death I will be cut up in pieces and buried in mountain ranges all about the earth. Parts of me will be buried in different mountains and deserts the world over. With me will be buried masks with different expressions, and thus I will lie forever with differing emotions, each cut off from every other by wide distances; and each of my parts and organs will be cut off from every other. Everything in me will be cut off from everything else and separated by miles upon miles of land. The masks will express a hundred different emotions, each very particular and distressing, and each will be cut off and separated out from every other, and there will be neither communication nor communion between them. This is what will happen to me upon my death. It's not that I want it to happen; people will do it by instinct, as it were. These are not my instructions. This is what people will do to me when I die to express their innermost selves. People will look to my books and say, "We must do it thus," and they will do it thus, and they won't know why they are doing it.