Contemplating mortality is not about being prepared to die, it is about being prepared to live. And that is what I am doing now, more freely and more fully than I have since childhood. The cancer has not made life more precious – that would make it seem like something fragile to lock away in the cupboard. No, it has made it more delicious.
For there is no death, only the death of you, me and them. There is eternal life in the oneness that started with the “singularity”, and cannot end in disaster.
L’amour de Dieu est pur quand la joie et la souffrance inspirent une égale gratitude
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