just wanted to share something from my favourite book...
As my visit with Morrie go on,I begin to read about death,how different cultures view the final passage. There is a tribe in North American Arctic, for example, wo believe that all things on earth have a soul that exists in a miniature form of the body that holds it; so that a deer has a tiny deer inside it, and a man has a tiny man inside him. When the large being dies, that tiny form lives on. It can slide into something being born nearby, or it can go to a temporary resting place in the sky, in the belly ofa great feminine spirit, where it waits until the moon can send it back to earth.
Sometimes, they say, the moon is so busy with the new souls of the world that itdissapears from the sky. That is why we have moonless nights. But in the end, the moon always return, as do we all.
That is what they believe...
and this is another one...
"Have I told you about the tension of the opposites?" he says.
The tension of the opposites?
"Life is a seriesof pulls back and forth. You want todo one thing,but you are bound to do something else.Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.
A tention of opposites,like a pull on the rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle."
Sounds like a wrestling match,I say.
"A wrestling match." He laughs. "Yes,you could describe life that way."
So which side wins, I ask?
"Which side wins?"
He smiles at me the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth.
"Love wins,Love always wins."
enough said.
As my visit with Morrie go on,I begin to read about death,how different cultures view the final passage. There is a tribe in North American Arctic, for example, wo believe that all things on earth have a soul that exists in a miniature form of the body that holds it; so that a deer has a tiny deer inside it, and a man has a tiny man inside him. When the large being dies, that tiny form lives on. It can slide into something being born nearby, or it can go to a temporary resting place in the sky, in the belly ofa great feminine spirit, where it waits until the moon can send it back to earth.
Sometimes, they say, the moon is so busy with the new souls of the world that itdissapears from the sky. That is why we have moonless nights. But in the end, the moon always return, as do we all.
That is what they believe...
and this is another one...
"Have I told you about the tension of the opposites?" he says.
The tension of the opposites?
"Life is a seriesof pulls back and forth. You want todo one thing,but you are bound to do something else.Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.
A tention of opposites,like a pull on the rubber band. And most of us live somewhere in the middle."
Sounds like a wrestling match,I say.
"A wrestling match." He laughs. "Yes,you could describe life that way."
So which side wins, I ask?
"Which side wins?"
He smiles at me the crinkled eyes, the crooked teeth.
"Love wins,Love always wins."
enough said.
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