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Last year I had a dream of a chalkboard drawing. It was of a hand with red nail polish waving fingers at me. The Milky Way Galaxy rested in the palm. I took it to mean we were in "good hand." Dreams can be so playful.

Life is life...life is an eternal return. It is said that the dead come back to Guinea and that death itself is only another name for life.~ Roumain, Masters of the Dew

 I found the following quote in my notebook. I don't know who it's from, but I was reading Nabokov's Bend Sinister at the time, so I may have copied it from there.

Understand that you are in good hands; nothing really matters on earth; there is nothing to fear; and death is but an expansion.

Li-Young Lee on his collection of poems, Book of My Nights

I was hoping that this book basically says that it's okay to die, and so the book is kind of singing us into our dying. I don't want to seem morbid, but it feels to me that the process of dying is actually dying into a greater presence. It isn't lessening, it's actually more. And we die into greater awe, greater splendor, greater terror, and greater presence.

Death is looking so buff here