Life only lasts so long as the mystery of why we are here vibrates into the long distance hum of non-existence. Death, as an ally, is different from the finality of death as much as fear is the province of incompetence accompanying the way many people retreat from discovering the traditions and the mysterious ways of sacred life.
Gregory E. Woods
Keeper of Stories
October 11, 2015
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| ancient civilizations |
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| angst of a man |
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