"Lord, why? Where were you"
We pass beyond death. We arrive at the eternal, the real at that which neither flowers nor fades, which neither comes into being nor passes away that in which we might live forever. Hitherto, all has been mere image; all that we think solid and permanent. Space, time, evanescent all; images only, the purpose and last and elsewhere; the life of life. Eternity that realm of pure and endless light how shall we represent it? A ladder leading up into a tree. Sparks flying up from a fire. A bridge. A kiss. A solitary island. A single image might serve better than several combined. The whole creation in the figure of a tree. The smallest leaf communicates with the lowest root, all parts feeding on the same sap, breathing in the same air and sunlight, drawing the same life up from the darkness of the earth below.
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