We hear of people dying and of new people being born. Nothing is in stasis in this place. Here everything is in flux. I am getting old, but it seems only yesterday I was in my prime and I still remember clearly being young. Not only is the ebb and flow continuous, it is happening in ever-tighter cycles. Faster and faster the years go by. Everything seems accelerated. The pace seems relentless.
Yet the soul abides. There in the center of being, there is an enduring presence that each of us brings to this otherwise raucous party. It gives us grace to withstand the onslaught of events, so many of which are tragedies.
Don't ever wish to miss it, not even one single bitter bit of it. No, wish to experience it all with a little grace.
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