During the Quaker meeting I attended yesterday someone spoke the phrase “love is stronger than death”, which came through to me strongly as the voice of truth. In my helping people die, I generally project love to them in order to ease their transition. I just had the privilege of helping a little dog die by using love to guide it through its confusion and then to the other side. In these cases I use love and know that it is stronger than death — but I also know that I do not truly understand. I know enough to know I do not know
