Then we die. We pass from one world to the next. We are chapters in a book, not torn out, but translated into a better language. We are recalled to our true home, the one we were made to inhabit. Read more at this week's Ivory Cubicle, "Death Be Not Proud."
We do not cast death away from our mind, then, but lift high a memorial to our mortality, and thereby God’s immortality. Read more at last week's Ivory Cubicle, "Memento Mori."