My software failed me tonight. I wrote for two hours, and closed my editor while I had a break. Then, I opened it up again, to finish, but the former text was not there – it had been wiped out by an older copy automatically copied from another computer. Search as I could, I couldn’t find my two hours work. It was unexpected, and irrevocable.
What I had written about – and contemplate it again, tomorrow – was how karma works. If we are at present afraid to think of death, lest we invite physical death, then by understanding how karma works, we can slowly, gently, release our grip on our prohibitive thoughts, taking steps toward allowing the contemplation. A new freedom can be born through an understanding of karma.