Category: Writing
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Remember …
. . . there is a war in Europe, . . . there are people, including the police, shooting each other in the United States, . . . this county, Canada, is extraordinarily complacent about its wealth and security, . . . there are refugees dying in the Mediterranean and Central America, . . . […]
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On Death 3
Some might say that such a vision might produce a callous indifference to life and its problems. After all, if everything will pass and is fleeting, then on a cosmic level all is the same. But I do not find this to be the case. Rather than indifference, life’s very fleetingness, be that a moment […]
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On Death 2
When things have all got a bit too much (and if I remember) I sit and imagine our planet and the noise we produce seeping out into an empty and silent universe. Perhaps ours is the only sound of what we call “life”. At some point, those sounds will end, and the universe will return […]
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On Death 1
It is the first week of January, and I’m standing in the Chapel of the Nine Altars at Durham Cathedral. In front of me lies a gravestone, on top of which lies my four-year-old nephew, acting out his current obsession. Behind me are the remains and shrine of Saint Cuthbert. To my left, an altar […]
Samuel Wood 