Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind, All we are is dust in the wind
Once a man is united to God, how could he not live forever? Once a man is separated from God, what can he do but wither and die.
C.S. Lewis, Mere Xianity
When are you most aware of the the temporariness of life?
How might the promise of a permanent place with God orient your goals?