My thoughts, when I manage to notice them, have recently been taken up by the ideas of time and life and death. Today in class, I was following my own train of thought (rather than the class discussion) and I managed to scribble the main, though still incoherent thoughts in my philosophy notebook: time...death...change...life...eternity...die to self leads to life; cling to self/life leads to death...openness to life brings love...pain...
In Mass the metaphor changed to wine, and the cup of life. I want to live...the desire is almost physical. I want life, to drink it to the bottom of the cup, to the very dregs, along with all that is contained within the cup. And He is that Life that I want...