Your life can end at any time, and it can end more than once. But it can also begin more than once.

In a sense, we are all crashing to our death from the top story of our birth ... and wondering with an immortal Alice at the patterns of the passing wall. This capacity to wonder at trifles - no matter the imminent peril - these asides of the spirit ... are the highest form of consciousness.

When you feel that you have reached the end and that you cannot go one step further, when life seems to be drained of all purpose: What a wonderful opportunity o start all over again, to turn over a new page.

Life lives, life dies. Life laughs, life cries. Life gives up and life tries. But life looks different through everyone's eyes.

Do I have anything to lose? This life will be gone one day to the Creator who gave it.

If life must not be taken too seriously, then so neither must death.