I'm grappling with Death again, and it feels a little bit like he's winning at the moment.
I can look down at my hands and see death at work, the slow ebb of my youth leaving little lines and creases as it retreats. I can look in the mirror and see it in my eyes, a cynicism lingering there where optimism once was.
I worry about that sometimes.
So I'm putting it out to my friends, the ones who don't necessarily share my spirituality: What do you believe? And I'm having a hard time getting a response. I know I have plenty of friends and even some loved ones who are athiest, or at least agnostic, or existentialist, or Pagan, and I don't honestly know what you believe in terms of the human soul, of our permanence or transience, of what lies beyond, of what we're made of, spiritually-speaking. I know what I believe--the eternal nature of the soul, the permanent utopia where great ideas never go awry, the spark of the divine that lies within each of us.
Now what about the rest of you? I'm not asking for a debate, and I'm past the place in my life when I thought I knew it all. I don't want to change your mind or save your soul; I just want to know what you think.
--Teri.
