I used to fear death or at least the end of life as I knew it. Or death of my idea of a good life. As I have grown older and stood vigil over several death beds, my outlook has morphed considerably. I no longer fear death nor losing this life. I simply rejoice in goodness, whether now or then.
I look forward to your writing about the deathly hallows. I envision a parallel of trinities when I think of that book.
I think accepting death is what allows us to forget about it, or to live outside its shadow. Fearing it ensures that it will reign over us.
Originally, I was going to do two posts, one for books 1-4 and another for 5-7, but the section for The Deathly Hallows ended up being far too long and requires its own space.
I used to fear death or at least the end of life as I knew it. Or death of my idea of a good life. As I have grown older and stood vigil over several death beds, my outlook has morphed considerably. I no longer fear death nor losing this life. I simply rejoice in goodness, whether now or then.
I look forward to your writing about the deathly hallows. I envision a parallel of Trinity when I think of that book.
I used to fear death or at least the end of life as I knew it. Or death of my idea of a good life. As I have grown older and stood vigil over several death beds, my outlook has morphed considerably. I no longer fear death nor losing this life. I simply rejoice in goodness, whether now or then.
I look forward to your writing about the deathly hallows. I envision a parallel of trinities when I think of that book.
I think accepting death is what allows us to forget about it, or to live outside its shadow. Fearing it ensures that it will reign over us.
Originally, I was going to do two posts, one for books 1-4 and another for 5-7, but the section for The Deathly Hallows ended up being far too long and requires its own space.
I used to fear death or at least the end of life as I knew it. Or death of my idea of a good life. As I have grown older and stood vigil over several death beds, my outlook has morphed considerably. I no longer fear death nor losing this life. I simply rejoice in goodness, whether now or then.
I look forward to your writing about the deathly hallows. I envision a parallel of Trinity when I think of that book.