I was watching a movie the other day and realized that many of the actors are no longer with us. I soberly remarked, They’re gone. I feel it when someone I know dies, especially when I think they went too soon. Of course this expresses a point of view under our Sun. But above the Sun, there is a different way of seeing things. What is time to any soul, infused with eternal life?
“The life of mortals is like grass, they flourish like a flower of the field; the wind blows over it and it is gone, and its place remembers it no more.” Conversations Within” ts 8/19/
