Stroll
through a cemetery on a cold, cloudy December afternoon. All is silent except
for the occasional passing car on the road. Death is the great equalizer, it is
at the bottom of all things. But without death, would life become meaningless? Yin
and yang, life and death. These things are natural. They are not to be feared.
When death comes, as it does to all, take death as you would a cup of tea or a
bird soaring in the sky.
