At the funeral, all eyes are on the coffin. As if the one inside was the victim of misfortune. As if he or she had been struck down by some random fate. Something indifferent; violent.
Death isn't bad luck. Because there is no difference between the living and the dead. The one in the coffin is doing the same thing as the one grieving in the pew: loving; learning.
There is no difference between the living and the dead because the young have already been old, already taken a last breath, already watched planets die and galaxies collide. In the end is the beginning.
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