For all we who still pass our days on earth left behind by those now beyond us.
The world not only is, but is for we who care, and we care because we know it will not exist. We care because we die, and because we leave others behind. The self and the world, the universe and I, each is held in Wisdom’s holy arms, where death and life are made whole by her love of Logos, whose home is heaven on earth, and whose bliss is being born alone to die for everyone. A person’s passing is their return from being born, it is their recollection of the One. Let us all be in peace, when the manifold world is seen to hang together as a whole. And when the bodies of the ones we love become the Earth again, let us rejoice for their blessed sacrifice, and hold them in our heart’s eternal embrace.
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