The Drummond Diaries, Oct. '72: The birth/death inflection point: The time of the most deaths is also the time of the greatest number of births - that pre-dawn, breath-holding, semi-purple not-yet of the new day. It occurs with an almost conscious regularity, as if both the unborn infant and the dying aged sensed the same message as different sides of the same impulse: we are between the new and the old, so now is the time. We have reached that neither-nor point between the two, and while one wails with the shock of being born, the other sighs in resignation and final release. But I suspect that both sense it as a dream in passing and wonder what lies ahead.
One can't help but wonder what it is about us mortals that we so vehemently begrudge God his/her immortality.
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