I have just read a few lines from Carol P. Christ's paper "Rethinking Theology and Nature" and I could not help not to post this. It just fits. It just fits what I feel these days.
"Death may come at any time. Death is never early or late.
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There are no hierarchies among beings on Earth. Yes, we are different from the swallows that fly, from the many-faceted stones on the beach, from the redwood trees in the forest. We may have more capacity to shape our lives than other beings, but you and I will never fly with the grace of a swallow, live as long as a redwood tree, nor endure the endless tossing of the sea like a stone. Each being has its own intrinsic value and beauty.
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But life is as comic as it is tragic. Watching the sun set, the stars come out, eating, drinking, dancing, loving, and understanding are no less real than suffering, loss, and death."
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