Whenever I see butterflies, it’s always on similar days, in similar circumstances. Fluttering on a flower, flapping lightly through a clear blue sky that’s not too hot, not too cold. Every spring, millions of butterflies fly all over the world, to live for one day, then to die away.
Each day a…
I would love to believe that when I die I will live again, that some thinking, feeling, remembering part of me will continue. But as much as I want to believe that, and despite the ancient and worldwide cultural traditions that assert an afterlife, I know of nothing to suggest that it is more than wishful thinking. The world is so exquisite with so much love and moral depth, that there is no reason to deceive ourselves with pretty stories for which there’s little good evidence. Far better it seems to me, in our vulnerability, is to look death in the eye and to be grateful every day for the brief but magnificent opportunity that life provides.
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| — | Carl Sagan (via ggreasewizard) |
