The cycle of life and death is familiar to every woman in ways that men do not understand, since we experience ourselves in more earthy ways. We see the blood of our bodies and detritus of birth and are not squeamish by nature. We know we are real. Wholeness or Holiness is not concerned with abstract concepts which are totally unrelated to this concrete, material, living world in space and time, and which do not affect our lives in any essential way. On the contrary, it is concerned with concrete reality, with how you assume total responsibility for the material world in which you find yourself, at a particular place, and a particular time.
Death is the realm of the fearful and ignorant.
Death as far as I am concerned has much less existence than what we perceive to be nothing. And even in sleep when mind and body are at rest, no one misses herself or sighs for life. If such sleep is prolonged into eternity, no longing for yourself would bother you. Death is followed by the dispersal of that seething mass of matter that is you, once the icy breach in life has intervened, there is no more waking. The new can but turn out as badly as the old and perish as unprofitably.