I am different from other people. And yet, I am so very much the same as well. I have nothing and everything in common with everyone else. And when I die, I will have added something to the universe, just by having existed and been me. The rest - the part that's missing, aching, itching and feeling the pains and pangs of imperfection and weakness and enmity...that has all been taken care of. Now my garden is well watered, and my life is the kingdom of heaven.
Thank you.
Thank you.