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    My friend Mari sent me William Cullen Bryant’s poem Thanatopsis. It’s a marvelous meditation on Nature and Death. (I guess the dark stuff I was writing to her over the weekend sparked her impulse to send it.) In the opening stanzas, he says:
    When thoughts
    Of the last bitter hour come like a blight
    Over thy spirit, and sad images
    Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall,
    And breathless darkness, and the narrow house,
    Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart
    I think I just can’t buy that “last bitter hour”….

When I look at Death, I do not see an end; I see a step, a progression, an evolution. I see a movement from one realm of the Dream to another. Oh, if only it were an end! We could then anticipate an eternal rest. But we are here as long as the Universe is here, and the Universe has only just begun. I was thinking today of 15 billion years since the Big Bang, and it struck me that that is but an eyeblink of time. The incredible complexities and beauties of existence, of life, of physical being, have appeared out of nothingness overnight, exploding into consciousness even as we stand upon this Earth, observing it. And there is so much more ahead.

For good or ill, we’ve only just begun.


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