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January 2 - January 2, 2025
We think time travels forward, marches on in a straight line, and so we hurry alongside it to keep up. Hurry, hurry, mustn’t fall behind. But it doesn’t, you see. Time just swirls around us. Everything is always present. The things we’ve done, the people we’ve loved, the people we’ve hurt, they’re all still here.’
Everyone who dies is alive. We call people “dead” because we need a word for it, but “dead” just means that time has stopped moving forward for that person? You understand? No one dies, not really.’
‘I don’t know why we’re on this earth,’ says Stephen. ‘Truly I don’t. But if I wanted to find the answer, I would begin with how much I love you.
While love is alive, I could never choose to kill it.
Love can mean so many different things, can’t it? And just because it’s precious doesn’t mean it can’t be tough.
Perhaps death has defeated them all with this latest trick? Who now has the heart for the battle?
Knowing the part she played in Stephen’s death. But I hope she was thinking more about the part she played in his life.
Days of death are days when we weigh our relationship with love in our bare hands. Days when we remember what has gone, and fear what is to come. The joy love brings, and the price we pay. When we give thanks but also pray for mercy.
A day of death is a day of love.
She is paying a tax on her sins.
Waiting for the last devil to die? What a joke. New devils will always spring up, like daffodils in springtime.
Things that happen do not unhappen.
We complain about life so endlessly and so bitterly, and yet we cling to it so dearly? Surely that makes no sense?
