In an effort to grasp a clearer understanding of the nature of life, I share the writings of Henry Scott Holland Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral (1847-1918):
Death is nothing at all. I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I, and you are you. Whatever we were to each other, we still are. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you always used. Put no difference in your tone, where no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray it always was, let it be spoken without effect, without the trace of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. If is the same as it ever was; there is an unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
ALL IS WELL
ALL IS WELL
ALL IS WELL