Life

I am reading Pippa's school copy of 'To The Lighthouse' prior to throwing it out, it's so annotated and dog-eared. A classic, but I haven't read it before. I remember my mother studying it too, for some WI course.
Anyway, it has this passage on life:

'There it was before her - life. ...........She took a look at life, for she had a clear sense of it there, something real, something private, which she shared neither with her children or her husband. A sort of transaction went on between them, in which she was on one side, and life was on another, and she was always trying to get the better of it, as it was of her............................she must admit that she felt this thing that she called life terrible, hostile and quick to pounce on you if you gave it a chance. There were the eternal problems: suffering; death; the poor. And yet she had said to all these children, You shall go through with it. To eight people she had said relentlessly that.........she was driven on, too quickly she knew, almost as if it were an escape for her too, to say that people must marry; people must have children.'

Amazingly put. I have often wondered myself at that 'in the midst of life we are in death'. (Where's that from? Is it from the funeral service?)
I have half-expected that one day someone on a bus will stand up and shout "we're all dying!" Voicing what we all know but seem unaware of, filling the time with trivia. And yet, knowing this, we love having children. What a paradox.

Surely the only way through this is to believe, like the Community at Darvell, that 'every child is a thought of God'. And, with the Apostle Paul, that if there is no resurrection, we are of all men most miserable.

Don't think that I'm being depressive; just trying to be real.