Crossing over is hardly the last word
In every way, all our life, we experience loss. It is a significant part of our journey. Ultimately, destination wins, and we lose us to … what? More than imagination, I find that death is merely a transition. It is as if one is walking along a favorite path, turning over every rock. The path spirals higher still, as you walk with greater difficulty. Along the way you see opportunities to take alternate paths, having new possibilities, unusual and beautiful treasures. It is always your choice to go down an alternate path. You move still higher on the path, with greater difficulty, and satisfaction. Then, all of a sudden, you fall through an ice cold puddle you chance to step in. It is as if you have fallen into a rich and beautiful atmosphere. It moves your...
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