I invite this old age estuary to pour into the sea, to expand and spread itself. This is a larger picture than devising the meaning of one’s life, of hugging and forgiving and laughing and crying at our death bed. We all are poured out into the great sea; we all spread out and expand. This is something to celebrate, not mourn. We can pour out our libation into the great sea, and become larger whole.
:- Doug.
