All haste implies weakness.
If we do not die to ourselves, we cannot live to God, andhe that does not live to God, is dead.
To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.
Annihilation itself is no death to evil. Only good where evil was, is evil dead. An evil thing must live with its evil until it chooses to be good. That alone is the slaying of evil.
The seed dies into a new life, and so does man.
And her life will perhaps be the richer, for holding now within it the memory of what came, but could not stay.