the paradox: ‘death is a passage which cannot be made in community. it has to be made completely alone.’ we are nothing without community, yet we must ‘accept our essential solitude.’ we are mortal and finite. ‘because our hearts thirst for the infinite, they will never be satisfied…. [but] we can touch that infinite in art, music and poetry. we can experience moments of communion and love, of prayer and ecstasy–but they are only moments.’ i guess the real death is a death to the ego. here is the real paradox: death to the self is needed yet the self realizes life everlasting; here is the trust, the leap of faith.
the reality: ‘we will only find peace … when we have accepted our human condition … and have discovered that the eternal wedding feast will be waiting for us, like a gift, after our death.’