Monday, September 11, 2006


They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.

Death cannot kill what never dies.

Nor can spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their friendship.

If absence be not death, neither is theirs.

Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.

For they must needs be present, that love and live in that whch is omnipresent.

In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure.

This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.

William Penn, from More Fruits of Solitude
Posted by HypnoKitten at 6:03 PM

Blogger RX850, at 9:36 AM  

9/11 certainly changed me. I don't take anything for granted and always make sure people know how I feel about them. I love you comes more easily now.

Thank-you for visiting my blog. I'd like to add the logo but the code seems to be cut short. Can you send it to me at rx850 at yahoo dot com? Thanks.

Anonymous Anonymous, at 6:30 AM  

Thank you for this wonderful excerpt from the past of literature. Death is a difficult thing to express with hope built in and this piece does it.

Anonymous Moof, at 9:24 PM  

Beautiful! Thank you very much!

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