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Ce qui est tragique? Ce qui est pathétique! Maybe the great tragedy in our own lives comes when we first learn that it is certain that we will die. Equally tragic, that we will die without knowing with the same certainty whether our consciousness will survive. How is it that we could be such sentient beings and come to nothing in the end?

And life is given for the living and not for the dead. Somehow we seek to believe that our consciousness grants to us a right to live forever. So it is that we come to love this life - to cherish its wonder, its adventure, its challenges, its rewards, its maturity, its ongoing conversation. Yet it is written that there is no greater love than he who lays down his life for another. And what can be said about life? Is it not irrelevant if it is devoid of love?

And so it is that we live to love, and love to live, and seek to determine if this is just the beginning - or even part of an ongoing continuum of life. Yet it is written that our names appear in the book of life written from the foundation of the world. How is this but that our lives - our thoughts, our hopes, our dreams, our ideas, our resolutions, our decisions - were all know from their beginning to their ending by he who created us. Our understanding of the metaphysical world around us - from good to evil, from light to the darkness, hinges around the notion that a supernatural world exists - something beyond our perception and senses. A world which can be understood, but not perceived.

It is in this world that the promise of eternal life exists - the non-material world where truth, meaning, and even life itself exist. When we come to recognize this, we come to recognize this thing called the resurrection. When death arrives, let us remember what it is we know about the resurrection.