what if war, horror, death, loss is simply a part of the fabric of human existence?
what if the inevitability of death is designed, in some way, to allow for an appreciation of life?
what if the experience of loss is the very validation of positive past experience?
what if past misdeeds are the reason for a heart to Know forgiveness?
what if the experience of sacrifice (e.g. time away) precluded a re-Union?
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we don't know what the next chapter, year, or lifetime might bring.
what if we could stop (right Now) and sing?