We all have the same beginning - birth - and we all have the same end - death. So how different can we be?

Birth and death are not two different states, but they are different aspects of the same state.

«La muerte es sólo un paso más hacia la forma de vida en otra frecuencia» y «El instante de la muerte es una experiencia única, bella, liberadora, que se vive sin temor y sin angustia».

The two moments are much alike: birth and death are made of the same fabric.

In birth there is nothing but birth, and in death there is nothing but death. Accordingly, when birth comes, face and actualize birth, and when death comes, face and actualize death. Do not avoid them or desire them.

Birth is not a beginning; it’s a continuation. That lends tremendous comfort because we then understand that, equally true, death is not an end; it’s merely a continuation.

Once a journey is designed, equipped, and put in process, a new factor enters and takes over. A trip, a safari, an exploration, is an entity, different from all other journeys. It has personality, temperament, individuality, uniqueness. A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike. And all plans, safeguards, policing, and coercion are fruitless. We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us. Tour masters, schedules, reservations, brass-bound and inevitable, dash themselves to wreckage on the personality of the trip. Only when this is recognized can the blown-in-the glass bum relax and go along with it. Only then do the frustrations fall away. In this a journey is like marriage. The certain way to be wrong is to think you control it.

Los hijos, como los libros, son viajes al interior de una misma en los cuales el cuerpo, la mente y el alma cambian de direccion, se vuelven hacia el centro mismo de la existencia.

A journey is a person in itself; no two are alike.
An all plans, safeguards, policies and coercion are fruitless.
We find after years of struggle that we do not take a trip; a trip takes us.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

Death belongs to life as birth does
The walk is in the raising of the
foot as in the laying of it down

Birth is not a beginning and death is not an ending. They are merely points on a continuum.

Only birth can conquer death — the birth , not of the old thing again, but of something new .

Birth is painful and delightful. Death is painful and delightful. Everything that ends is also the beginning of something else. Pain is not a punishment; pleasure is not a reward.