process starts well before we die. It wouldn’t be so wrenching if we never aged and didn’t see
death coming for us, with or without a machete in its hand. We’d run and laugh and climb mountains and
dive into the sea with undiminished energy our whole life long. Then, at an unexpected moment when we
were in the middle of our song, we’d be taken by death in the glory of our being — and it would be over
in a second. That is not how our dance towards death usually goes. If we live long enough, we become
witnesses to our own slow dying and the revelation of the skull beneath the skin. Psalm 90 says:
The days of our age are threescore years and ten; and though men be so strong that they come to
fourscore years; yet is their strength then but labour and sorrow; so soon passeth it away and we are
gone.
death coming for us, with or without a machete in its hand. We’d run and laugh and climb mountains and
dive into the sea with undiminished energy our whole life long. Then, at an unexpected moment when we
were in the middle of our song, we’d be taken by death in the glory of our being — and it would be over
in a second. That is not how our dance towards death usually goes. If we live long enough, we become
witnesses to our own slow dying and the revelation of the skull beneath the skin. Psalm 90 says:
The days of our age are threescore years and ten; and though men be so strong that they come to
fourscore years; yet is their strength then but labour and sorrow; so soon passeth it away and we are
gone.
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