We have a lifetime to prepare for death, and we rarely get around to it.

A bright light is blaring in our face, but we look away. We can’t see it and sometimes forget it’s there. We suspect a missing grace through stories of apples and gardens. An infinite power is animating us, and we are just afraid. Our true parent is not human. We existed before the cells started mingling in the oceans.

The world is already a perfect balance. The deepest fear of death just reflects the deepest sense of coming home. We have to play out this human drama, and hopefully we can align our will with our deepest sense of intuitive wisdom and goodwill. Our stories of heavens and grace are just a suspected notion that there is a peace here, a liberating deathless peace.

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