Had a chance to talk to some kids of K1 about death this morning.
Well, most of them don't quite understand the irreversibility of death. And to them it's like... when you find the cure, though maybe difficult, the dead will come alive again. (Funny that they think injection is the key to resurrection) So death doesn't seem to be a depressing issue to these little kids.
It just came to my mind that, naive as they are, at least their concept of "things will be alright again finally" is a kind of true wisdom. A hope, a faith... that we are all pursuing, in one way or the other.
And today, I'm reminded, once again, we were actually given this, at a very early stage of life.
Where is it now?
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