A couple of my students are doing a project on attitudes on
death. This prompted me to think about this topic.
Birth is both the entrance into life and death. As we go
about the tasks of living we are constantly dying, cell by cell. At the
smallest level it’s a cycle, a battle, an inevitability.
It’s life partner in that dance that happens at every level
of this universe in constant flux.
As living forms, we humans are constantly becoming, but
never getting there. In each increment of time, we are different persons in
both small and large ways. Each moment becomes a transition. Then death, that
last great and mysterious transition.
What comes after death? No one knows, and no one will ever
know. Perhaps the first time we became humans was when we asked ourselves that
question, and answered with sacred acts of burial. It is only natural that each
of us ponders the afterlife and congers a comforting solution or finds faith in
the solutions of others.
Then the test is how one lives out a life framed by this
personal choice.
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