Each of us embodies, in a particular tale and clothed in the garments of time & place, universal truth and everlasting life.

The Resurrection is the eucatastrophe of the story of the Incarnation - This story begins and ends in joy.

There are other men, and other lives, and time still to be.

The stars are far brighter Than gems without measure, The moon is far whiter Than silver in treasure; The fire is more shining On hearth in the gloaming Than gold won by mining, So why go a-roaming? O! Tra-la-la-lally Come back to the Valley.

Not all that have fallen are vanquished.

For victory is victory, however small, nor is its worth only from what follows from it.

There is a place called ‘heaven’ where the good here unfinished is completed; and where the stories unwritten, and the hopes unfulfilled, are continued. We may laugh together yet.