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The ‘Story of San Michele’ ends abruptly
here just when it was about to begin, a
meaningless fragment. It ends with the fluttering
of wings and the twitter of birds and the air full
of spring. Would that the meaningless story of
my own life would end just so with the birds
singing under my window and the sky bright
with light! I have been thinking so much
about death these last days, I do not know why.
The garden is still full of flowers, the butterflies
and the bees are still on the wing, the lizards
are still sunning themselves among the ivy, the
earth is still teeming with the life of all creeping
things. Not later than yesterday I heard a
belated warbler singing lustily under my window.
Why should I think about death? God in His
mercy has made Death invisible to the eyes of
man. We know He is there, close on our heels
like our shadow, never losing sight of us. Yet
we never see Him, hardly ever think about Him.
Strangest of all, the further we advance towards
our graves, the further does Death recede from
our thoughts. Indeed it needed a God to
perform such a miracle!
Old people seldom talk about death, their dim
eyes seem unwilling to focus anything but the
past and the present. Gradually, as their
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