Tuesday, August 4, 2009


And when he had said this he fell asleep (Acts 7:60).
The miracle of language ! Death the friend welcomes Stephen to eternal rest and peace. To sleep for ever.
Death as solace and the final liberation from all bonds of life including the heaviest burden of all - the body which must be fed, clothed and pampered,
Sleep is but partial death from which one must reluctantly wake. Death, on the contrary, is the eternal merging of the isolated soul into its origin.

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