If every life is four dimensional,
if your “now” is just one segment of your whole
and your body spans across the surface of time,
then I could trace the sloping limb of your life
back to its source, the branch that opens up
and lets you calve off. And that branch too,
I’d run my mind along its length of years
and find the place it splits off from its mother.
So then a family tree is not metaphor,
and you are not an independent rosebud
opening on oblivion. You’re bound
by bone to every node of human life
pinking the spotlight of right now. And what’s
beyond the bottom root? And what’s the sky?
… Say “No” to Death’s Dominion | R. R. Reno | First Things.
… the mass shutdown of society to fight the spread of COVID-19 creates a perverse, even demonic atmosphere. Governor Cuomo and other officials insist that death’s power must rule our actions. Religious leaders have accepted this decree, suspending the proclamation of the gospel and the distribution of the Bread of Life. They signal by their actions that they, too, accept death’s dominion.
“A coward dies a thousand times before his death, but the valiant taste of death but once. It seems to me most strange that men should fear, seeing that death, a necessary end, will come when it will come.”
— W. Shakespeare
Zach Baron is a profiler, involving a strange and ephemeral genre of . He spends time with someone and writes about the experience. Now he can't leave the House