We all know those wandering souls, those strange people that seeming appear from nowhere at the door step of our existence. They enter into our lives as a guest would ones home, they stay for a time yet unselfishly they do not a make a home of it yet care for it all the same. Like all guests they too must leave, going as they came without any expectation. Yet what remains is the impression they make on you, how they change you.Even in their taking leave they manage to give. It is only then their beauty is truly understood.
Truth of it is that we don’t lose our loved ones when they do take their leave from us. Love if it is real, is never about possession and one cannot lose what is not owned, rather it is we have lost a part of ourselves to them.
Never fall into the pit of pride, the day a man becomes proud is the day he has gained a thing he fears losing. Fear of loss is what drives the worst aspects of the human character. In his mind he has gained something, yet his soul has lost.
Religion and Science ought not to be in conflict. They simply speak two languages, none inferior to the other. As rationality speaks to the mind, faith speaks to the heart, empowering both. Conflict arises the moment when we force the mind to speak the language of faith, or the heart to speak language of science, in doing so man is rendered incomplete, with either a empty heart or an empty mind.
Sometimes we find ourselves not mourning of the dead, that grief is easier. No, mourning the loss of the living, the people that left despite them not departing this world.