Given my recent rumination on the life and spirituality of Pierre Teilhard De Chardin, these familiar words are now heavier with profound, new dimensions.
Stardust | Lang Leav
If you came to me with a face I have not seen, with a name I have never heard, I would still know you. Even if centuries separated us, I would still feel you. Somewhere between the sand and stardust, through every collapse and creation, there is a pulse that echoes of you and I.
When we leave this world, we give up all of our possessions and our memories. Love is the only thing we take with us. It is all we carry from one life to the next.