It’s light of day. The rumbling of a motorcar outside (or perhaps a lorry) outside my window tells me life has resumed and that the day is truly here. I am confident that life goes on even after little deaths, and big deaths. What I mean is, we all go through little episodes of dying and we still move along and live but bear some invisible scars that we’ve one through a few deaths in our lives. The big death is where the soul separates entirely from the body which is rendered lifeless. But we are given a promise that we will somehow as a Soul go to some sort of salvation process and it will be alright for everyone someday. My fear is that the Soul is snatched away from Life Everlasting by the bastard and his minions. If anyone can talk to God and ask Him to never abandon them, please do. He listens and hears the people’s sighs and tears. It is said somewhere by someone else that God counts the tears of those He loves.