“You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you don’t just live in a world, but a world lives in you.” Frederick Buechner
It just keeps happening.
Young people dying.
I know of several young people who have died in the last several days. One of them was my cousin. I know that it happens all over the world in every culture every day.
“On a grass roots level we say that man can touch more than he can grasp.” Gabriel Marcel
Marcel believed, as do I, that more than just the physical world exists. How might the physical world be distinguished from the nonphysical world?
In my most ecclesiastical moments I might be pulled into thinking that life in this physical world is merely to be tolerated or endured considering the ongoing atrocities all around the world. In more glorious moments I want to wring it for all its wondrous worth. What is the meaning in life, exactly? What is the meaning in death? Life and death are not merely meaningless. What is worth living for? What is worth dying for? Haven’t we all at some point wondered what the most real meaning is? What we are here for?