Allow me. Earth is only one part of history. Man might be here for a moment. But the soul is eternal. As Longfellow said, "Life is real. Life is earnest. And death is not its goal. Dust thou art, to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul."
I agree with you, Claude. Wordsworth was another who envisioned the larger Realty for us:
Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
and life will go on in its myriad forms.
ReplyDeleteAlmost certainly. :)
DeleteAllow me. Earth is only one part of history. Man might be here for a moment. But the soul is eternal. As Longfellow said,
ReplyDelete"Life is real. Life is earnest. And death is not its goal.
Dust thou art, to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul."
I agree with you, Claude. Wordsworth was another who envisioned the larger Realty for us:
DeleteOur birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!
Ode