Death is grim, harsh, cruel, a supply of infinite grief. Our first reaction is consternation. We are stunned and distraught. Slowly, our sense of dismay is followed by a sense of mystery. Suddenly, full life has veiled itself in secrecy. Our speech stops, our understanding fails. In the presence of death, there is only silence and a sense of awe.
Is death nothing but an obliteration, an absolute negation? The read of death is littered with our understanding of life. If life is detected as a surprise, as a gift, defying explanation, then death ceases to be a radical, absolute negation of what life stands for. For each life and death square measure aspects of a bigger mystery, the mystery of being, the mystery of creation. Over and higher than the value of specific existence stands the marvel of its being associated with the infinite mystery of being or creation.
Death, then, is not simply man’s coming to an end. It is also entering a beginning.
Thanks for passing by and Godspeed! :)
May the force be with us.
