Nothing focuses life like death. It’s inevitability, unpredictability and the myriad ways it arrives. It measures life and its meaning. It asks us to see our lives through the lens of the departed. Is life simply lived or is it constructed? Does life have meaning, or is it our human work to give it meaning? Is that our job alone or the communal effort of our lives linked in love and struggle?
In the midst of sadness, even devastation, the departed brings us together, crying and laughing, to affirm the joy and blessing of living in the human circus.
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