Stories for the Soul

The Man Who Died

The man felt so helpless, just hanging out there, not being able to do anything. He felt like a…baby. Yes, that was what he felt like…as helpless as a new-born.  So, this was what death felt like. It felt exactly like birth.

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Poems for the Mind

What Are We Blaming?

Plants die to make way for their younger ones, and so do animals. Why? They simply get out of the way of progression. We humans, through all our intelligence, have failed to understand that it is death that makes birth happen. That the hard-disk lives because the floppy disk died.