Our greatest problem is not how to continue but how to return. "How can I repay unto the Lord his bountiful dealings with me?" (Psalm 116:12). When life is an answer, death is a home-coming.
The deepest wisdom a man can attain is to know that his destiny is to aid, to serve. ...
This is the meaning of death: the ultimate self-dedication to the divine. Death so understood will not be distorted by the craving for immortality, for this act of giving away is the reciprocity on man's part for God's gift of life.
For the pious man it is a privilege to die.
- Abraham J Heschel
I doubt I will ever reach a point in my life where I can deem any of my words--spoken or written--to be as pungent and straightforward with authority as these.
What does it take?
I am no theologian. I am no philosopher. I am not seventy, or eighty.
I'm twenty. Hopelessly, twenty. As if it is somehow my fault for being younger than I feel, or older than perhaps I look. Some people probably think they are somehow better than me because they are older. I'm not "allowed to drink" and all that frivolity.
Well whooppie.
I do not understand this.
I do feel: helplessly uninspired and bored out of my head with restlessness of here.
ah, I'm frustrated tonight.
and there was evening and morning.
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