Just before dark, i went out to the garden and picked all the parsley. At 23 degrees, it was frozen stiff, so it simply broke off, like green icicles, into my gloved hands. I laid it on the kitchen counter to thaw, and an hour later, it was fresh as a daisy. Or maybe i should say fresh as parsley?
What a recovery from life-threatening circumstances!
One idea that threatens our life is the belief in death.
Look closely. Where is your 5-year-old self? Dead. All the cells in your body have likely been replaced since then.
Where is your teenage body? Your young adult self?
Where is the last breath you breathed? Gone.
Where is your last heart beat? Gone.
Where is what you saw in the moment before the last eye blink? Gone.
Where is your last thought? Gone. Forever gone.
If every moment dies, and our bodies are dying in every moment, then what--really--is death?
The parsley lives.
