Today I was reading about how recent medical research suggests that near death experiences are most likely caused by neurons that simply continue to fire in the brain after the heart has stopped.
I find it frustrating and impressive. God seems to have completely shut us out, from any knowledge of life after life. It’s all smoke and mirrors. And yet, and yet, that stubborn sunlight, those stubborn autumn leaves, orange and golden, rusted vermilion – that scrap of sudden peace on an altogether dreary day – those moments where all I seem to know is the utter permanence of beauty.