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Death and Life

It's a sad thing to realize that your hair is going to fall out.

It's a morbid thing to realize that your teeth are all going to rot right in your face.

It's a maddening thing to realize that your eyes will cease to serve a purpose as they refuse to allow light into your brain.

It's a frightening thing to realize that your ears will no longer enable you to hear the voices of your children and the melodies of your favorite bands.

It's a morose thing to understand that your body will one day be nothing more than the dust beneath the feet of future generations.

It's depressing when you grasp the truth that the only thing in this life that can arrest the ever-accelerating decline into immobility and madness is death itself.

It's almost unbearable to consider that the only true escape from entropy is a premature death.

It's nice to know that flesh and blood does not exhaust my person.

It's peaceful to know that my head will be covered not only with fresh locks, but with a crown.

It's wonderful to know that my new teeth will bite into the sweetest delicacies imaginable. 

It's powerful to know that my eyes will see Jesus.

It's beautiful to know that my ears will hear the hymns of saints and angels.

It's comforting to know that the pain and sorrow of this Earth pale in comparison to the joy that awaits me.

It's enlivening to remember that there is more to life than death.



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