As kenneth rexroth put it: the value of something is proportional to its loss. To live is to take up and hold some measure of ultimate value. In dying we give u

As kenneth rexroth put it: the value of something is proportional to its loss. To live is to take up and hold some measure of ultimate value. In dying we give up and release _everything_ we hold and love. This is the poetic essence of life: Each breath is dying, and each death a rebirth--always intangible and inaccessible, except as we experience it in that continuing instant. Life is not safe. At each moment we tumble forward into the unknown. Can you take comfort in that?