We all march together to our eventual demise. Men, women and, all too often, children fall in our ranks. We look at each death with the incredible ability to assign a cause that somehow excludes us–providing the necessary illusion to keep marching.
Rarely, we all take pause to mourn one of us who has captured our collective attention. Death is inevidable and so its darkness would seem perpetual. But who could live in such a world? Instead we celebrate the joy of living. We look in awe at the blazing candle that burned twice as bright. We take it in, we make it part of ourselves, and we march on together smiling through tears.
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