>A thought from the book “Hope on a Tightrope”
You’re made in the image of God. You’re a featherless, two-legged, linguistically conscious creature born between urine and feces. That’s us. One day your body will be the culinary delight of terrestrial worms. You know that. Be honest. Put on your three-suit if you want to, but that’s not armor against death.
The question is: Who are you going to be in the meantime, in this time and space? You don’t get out of time and space alive.