something that is a consequence of or arises from something else
I read about this one day in a book, I found this in one of my pop’s garages, before nine, probably around seven or eight. Ulysses by Alfred Tennyson, I think it was, a poem that from time to time, I have taken the time to reflect upon.
I too, “have suffered greatly, both with those, that loved me, and alone”. But then have not we all.
Some people are okay with the concept of death. I am just Zen. I am sometimes drawn to Shinto, but I also could become Vegan. This is my trinity, or as some might call it, my “triptych,” though it is not about death, but about dying.
While I have a God who is always with me, some would argue that God is not a “he,” and I agree. In English, God has no shape or form, yet in my private moments the manifestation is “he.”
At other times, God appears as a “magpie,” a “dream,” a “reflection,” a “wave washing over me,” a “bullet brushing past,” or a found “carpark space.” These are moments of dialogue with what I believe to be my God.