"In the depth of Winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer." - ALBERT CAMUS, French writer and philosopher
So, within the depths of mourning there lay a spark, little as it may seem at the time, which spark is a breath of life that remains within you. In your heart. In your mind. And in your soul, we can always remember Jesus, who died all of the worst possible deaths, nightmares, heartaches and humiliations...yet, he "lived," and still lives? Say, within you. But at least within the Holy Bible...a God grant.
Yet, even Jesus ('hay-zoo") Christ ("krrrrrr-east") did not die the worst possible deaths. There are two, which mankind has forgotten: Suffocation, for "what if" no atmosphere; and By Fire, for "what if" no sun? God grants, yet so taken for granted - care less beings we are...not to care.
So, in the depths of this, my Winter, I am seeing a light - I wake in the morning and mourning like magically ceases - I smile at the sun and feel the comfort of warmth upon my bed clothes as I breathe and say, "Thank You, God, for this, at least, another day of life."
- PAETI GUSTAV XAVIERS