Blake

To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. William Blake, from "Auguries of Innocence"

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Ummmm...

Yesterday, we drove by the Veteran's Memorial Cemetery in Santa Fe and you asked me, "Papa, if after the birds have eaten our skin, how can we then go up into the sky?" I told you that I believe in an invisible part of us called the soul, or spirit, and that we live on in some way after our bodies die, but, in all honesty, there are some questions that even Papa doesn't know the true answer to. So, your guess is often as good as mine. Life, and Death, still holds many mysteries for us.

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