Another way of remaining in intimacy with God is by remaining in His presence.
Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.
No doubt my books too, like my mortal being, would eventually die, one day. But one has to resign oneself to dying. One accepts the thought that in ten years oneself, in a hundred years one's books, will not exist. Eternal duration is no more promised to books than it is to men.
≫Værre?≪ Filip rystede på hovedet. ≫Hvad er værre end døden?≪
≫Jeg troede, du havde hørt efter, Filip. Der findes masser af ting, der er værre end døden.≪ En fejende armbevægelse præsenterede de mange timeglas, hvor sandet løb både op og ned. ≫Evigt liv, blandt andet.≪
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