And I will show that nothing can happen more beautiful than death.
Beware of the truth, gentle Sister. Although much sought after, truth can be dangerous to the seeker. Myths and reassuring lies are much easier to find and believe. If you find a truth, even a temporary one, it can demand that you make painful changes. Conceal your truths within words. Natural ambiguity will protect you then.
So it is best to keep an open mind and be agnostic. At first sight that seems an unassailable position, at least in the weak sense of Pascal's wager. But on second thoughts it seems a cop-out, because the same could be said of Father Christmas and tooth fairies. There may be fairies at the bottom of the garden. There is no evidence for it, but you can't prove that there aren't any, so shouldn't we be agnostic with respect to fairies?
You know it ain't easy For these thoughts here to leave meThere's no words to describe itIn French or in EnglishWell, diamonds they fadeAnd flowers they bloomAnd I'm telling youThese feelings won't go awayThey've been knockin' me sidewaysThey've been knockin' me out latelyWhenever you come around meThese feelings won't go away They've been knockin' me sidewaysI keep thinking in a moment thatTime will take them awayBut these feelings won't go away.
Coffee, she'd discovered, was tied to all sorts of memories, different for each person. Sunday mornings, friendly get-togethers, a favorite grandfather long since gone, the AA meeting that saved their life. Coffee meant something to people. Most found their lives were miserable without it. Coffee was a lot like love that way. And because Rachel believed in love, she believed in coffee, too.