An unknown, for me, the question of religion in general, and the afterlife in particular.
Mike's Look at Life
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An unknown, for me, the question of religion in general, and the afterlife in particular.
Mike's Look at Life 
A beautiful shot Mike, the serenity of the angel, the lighting perfec. When I see a cemetery I must wonder about all the stories there. In our family cemetery we have graves dating back to the revolutionary war, it’s very fascinating.
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I have never walked through a cemetery without respect and wonder. Your family cemetery sounds remarkable, and humbling. Thanks Holly.
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Thank you Mike, there is strange presence in a cemetery, I don’t believe in life after death, but still something sacred and melancholy lies there.
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Totally agree, and well said, my gifted friend.
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Lovely photo. I, too, am curious of cemeteries — sometimes, among the few places where trees can grow unmolested and there is something resembling “peace and quiet”. We have a small one near my home, established in 1876, which I walk through almost every day — it has a gentle presence. 🙂
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I too would walk through that cemetery, drinking the quiet and trying to feel a spirit or two. Where I live there is a cemetery but it is a ways out and does not hearken.
Thank you for the comment, Carrie.
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A thought provoking shot Mike. I too share your unknowns while still having a grave respect for such places as this.
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A grave respect? A play on words perhaps? Clever and intelligent comment. Thanks Dor.
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Don’t we all have unknowns on this subject? I think there is nothing after death, but secretly hope I am wrong. Great pic, Mike.
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Oh no, there are millions of people who have it all figured out. Of course it was other people such as parents or preachers that figured it out for them, but on they go, cock sure about it all. As to what actually happens after death, I’ll get word to you if there is a way. If not, see me in every ray of sunshine, hear me in a child’s laugh, and feel me in a soft cool breeze. Or not 😉
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Very funny, Mike. I agree about there being very little questioning of doctrine that is handed down. At the age of seven I was told by a nun that my dead pooch wouldn’t be there in heaven waiting for me, when I joined the dear departed. No dogs in heaven??!! Then it ain’t heavenly. End of unquestioning belief for me!
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There is a chance that dogs may have a shot at heaven, whereas we evolved humans are shit outta luck. Just sayin’ And, if we keep being re-born until we get it right, I’ll be wearing diapers once again (and I don’t mean at the nursing home)
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I love visiting cemeteries and looking at the beautiful head stones and seeing if I can find old death dates on the head stones!
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Me too. There is a fascination there and the very old stones are worn and beautiful.
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Visiting cemeteries id visting history.
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True, it always is a tour of history.
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I still have hope for you. 🙂
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And I you, Lilly 😉
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I will meet you at the intersection of hope and query.
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Fair enough. Bring muffins.
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And organic fair trade coffee!
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“…see me in every ray of sunshine, hear me in a child’s laugh, and feel me in a soft cool breeze…” I’ll look for you when I get there, brother Mike…..
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Assuming we carry on in some sense, then yes, look for me. Bring beer.
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Yes…our cells, anyway…and yes, too…cold beer. 🙂
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