|A girl paddling on Lake Dal, Kashmir, India|
This is how death, when it touches us—not as an abstract thought but as an dominating force, can play with the mind.
Death signifies ending. When summer passes away, plant life goes dormant. When a bird dies, its song ends and it falls to earth. Nations and people expire, species go extinct; even great powers like stars in heaven die. Once the purpose for life has been realized, death is sure to come.
|Naomi Boone, 1/11/1980 - 7/5/1999|