We should be able to tell the difference between dying and being killed.

Partying at this time of ecological meltdown is not affirming of reality, but an abdication from it. It is a place of false refuge especially so when there is no evidence of an acknowledgement of affirming life as it is, for this would require of these people a heartbrokeness.

Dying is active. Dying is not what happens to you. Dying is what you do. Dying.

Having a conscience now is a grief-soaked proposition.

Grief is the midwife of your capacity to be immensely grateful for being born.

Grief is not a feeling it is a capacity. It is not something that disables you, we are not on the receiving end of grief we are on the practising end of grief.

Having a conscience now is a grief-soaked proposition

The meanings of life aren’t inherited. What is inherited is the mandate to make meanings of life by how we live. The endings of life give life’s meanings a chance to show. The beginning of the end of our order, our way, is now in view. This isn’t punishment, any more than dying is a punishment for being born.

Not success. Not growth. Not happiness. The cradle of your love of life … is death.