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As I try to come to grips with the fact of Good Friday, the day of absolute nadir and blackness, the moment in which time itself ran away, the point when all that we love tumbled into the heart of what it ultimately is, a heartbreaking picture of form and evanescence, I wonder about Jonah's words. We will not know what death is like until we die. And we will not know life until it is gone.
It can seem a cold world, a cold and insensate world, a world that for too many of us often seems to not care one whit who we are. Or whom we one day might be. We may tremble, we may leap. We ponder our joy, we avoid our ephemerality. But we are both.
And what will we do?
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