If there is anything to be learned, it is this.
What matters most is that
we love this life we are leaving
and are unafraid of the next.
"From the poem 'Requiem', by Joel Deane, from the collection Magisterium.
"Why does death make such fantastic poetic fodder? Schlomo? Any thoughts? Oh … so I’m on my own for this one … Hmm. I guess these lines speak to me because death is not portrayed as a gaping hole of darkness, that nobody escapes and we all should be bowel-movingly terrified of, but as something which is not to be feared, but acknowledged as an inevitability."
- Ecce potestas casai