That irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand. - Willa Cather

Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge.

The "sayings" of a community, its proverbs, are its characteristic comment upon life; they imply its history, suggest its attitude toward the world and its way of accepting life. Such an idiom makes the finest language any writer can have; and he can never get it with a notebook. He himself must be able to think and feel in that speech — it is a gift from heart to heart.

During those last weeks of the Bishop's life he thought very little about death; it was the Past he was leaving. The future would take care of itself.