The aftermath of the battle was the glorious moment for them, when they glimpsed in the change from those slaughter-laden scenes a vista none of us can see. Going out from their wounds and suffering they sought the Light. They learned the secrets of death and many of the meanings of life and felt the infinite law near at hand. This is my consolation when I meet those sad hearts who have lost their loved ones and are questioning. There is a wonderful unity after the change.
Life is eternal.
Though ears hear not and eyes see not and no outward proof remains to comfort our hearts, there is that within which should tell us that in the inner life we are bound eternally to those we truly love. All that belongs to us is ours forever. Somewhere, somehow, someday, we shall be grouped again with the absent ones we love. Consider the growth of the trees, that at first are green and beautiful and then gradually change and die down. They are all in its keeping and because of it will grow green again, and be beautiful with blossoms again, and again will die down.