LaffingRain wrote on Jun 3rd, 2007 at 1:19am:Bruce posted on the thread "What is lost upon death".
it was cool!
I don't think anyone responded to his post; I think thats because whenever he posts something he's so right on, you just nod your head, that's right, and move on.
I just realized Senote is right. this is our forum. Bruce's books are now a part of my awareness. Bruce also responds to our peer moderator system, removing posters who don't follow the guidelines after a warning or two.
I had a lightbulb go off once in my thoughts regarding another reason why Bruce doesn't post more...because simply he already gave the world his gift. through the books. now if he posts here he's just repeating what he already wrote...
really, do u think that's fun? nope. I'm starting to repeat my same stories myself, just to get things going once in awhile. I put old wine in new bottles and it's fun that way, but I know someday I won't be here, so I'm going to enjoy each and every person here in the meantime.
take care, and good try to draw him in! love ya Bruce! images.bravenet.com/common/images/smilies/wave.gif
I don't remember Bruces's post "What is lost upon Death"When was it and why did he post that?
To me what is lost upon Death is only that which was illusion.Nothing of Value is lost on Death.People fear that they will lose something they value and is highly important to them.They won't if it is real.However we can place so much value on things that "when blood runs cold"
I will give you a poem.Not mine but one I adore.
I share it with all and is a perfect response to Bruce's question.
Enjoy and enthrall.
THE STRANGER
Death will undo the body
And the body's hope of time;
Death will undo
Faith that depends upon another's word
And has not felt the fire'
Credulity that passes for belief'
The airy gallantry,the phantasies
Of the enthusing spirit,
Promise and pretensiopn and pretences--
Death will undo all of these.
All these are gossamer.
There yet remains
The indestructible principle,the stranger.
Little regarded in the masque of life,
But now, as blood turns cold,
One by whose eye we see
Essential things.One by whose nature
We know ourselves undying.
One by whose word,had we heeded it.
We might have understood much earlier
What only now we know
Death frees the stranger in us.He is I.