A wind blew, and the sand around his drawing scattered. He wrapped his fingers inside his wife's, and Father Time rekindled a connection he had only ever had with her. He surrendered to that sensation and felt the final drops of their lives touch one another, like water in a cave, top meets bottom, Heaven meets Earth. As their eyes closed, a different set of eyes opened, and they rose from the ground as a shared south, up and up, a sun and a moon in a single sky.

I lived," Dor said, "but I was not alive.

I'm in love with hope.

There are no random acts...We are all connected...You can no more separate one life from another than you can separate a breeze from the wind.

Aging is not just decay, you know, its growth.

Knowing heaven is what heals us on earth.

If you really could fit God in a file, you wouldn't need to believe in God, you know, you'd just go get the file like a box of corn flakes off the shelf.