Mark's gone. My friend Mark died yesterday afternoon. Where has he gone? His body lies yet, most probably, in the big fridge at the back of the hospital, yet he has gone. Where is he?
Life's greatest mystery is death. We understand conception, birth, breathing, eating, loving, illness, ageing, but with death comes mystery. Where does the life, the spirit, the soul, call it what you like, go?
When I looked into Mark's eyes two weeks ago at the hospital I saw in him what I'd never seen before. Wonderful eyes; rich brown, clear, sharp, piercing like those of an eagle, but loving. I was looking at his life, his spirit, his soul, soon to be free of his crippled body.
I am convinced our spirit/soul goes somewhere after our body wears out. It's in the eyes. But where?
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