When there is love, death does not diminish life. We cherish the memory of people whom we have loved and hold sacred the memory of that love. Death seems to take away the rough imperfections of how we lived in time with our petty needs and hurts. Death renders us less prideful and more in tune with things as nature made them. Beyond the biological chain of the DNA of life is the legacy of those human ventures, no matter how small, proffered by those who lived before us.
Death is part of the open system of life and itself generates new life.
Immersed in the blackness of the universe, there lurks Law and Love. Only if we love and respect the awesomeness of the Universe, will we ever come to know it, and be able to bring our frail humanness to be a part of its splendor. The publication of this book was a daunting task. I wrote this book in my summers on Longboat Key at the Veranda. My desk overlooked the beautiful Gulf of Mexico.