We find by losing. We hold fast by letting
go. We become something new by
ceasing to be something old. This seems
to be close to the heart of that mystery.
I know no more now than I ever did
about the far side of death as the last
letting-go of all, but now I know that
I do not need to know, and that I do
not need to be afraid of not knowing.
God knows. That is all that matters