“All human affairs, all that does not exist after death, are vanity. Riches vanish. Glory leaves us. When death comes, all such things disappear.”
– St. Peter of Damascus
Death clears away all rubbish. It gives precise deliniation between value and worthlessness. There is no question about the importance of a task. Or the meaningfullnes of a word to be spoken. All is revealed in this light of finality.
Keep death, friends, always before your eyes. See the reality: we will die. Not might die. Not perhaps die. We will die.
Praise God for the dawning where you have breath. Make no mistake, there will come a morning which will be our last. The last sight of sun. The last smell of air. The last taste of life in the flesh.
And that morning may be this one.