Bartleby, grazing on his own.

Life requires us often to give birth to ourselves, or rebirth. I was reborn on the farm, and am soon to be reborn again. Life does not progress on a straight line, or a simple one. The perfect life is not idylic, pain free or simple. It is a winding road, with all kinds of twists and turns. If heaven exists, I doubt it is a place without problems. I suspect and hope it is a place filled with challenges, and divinity comes from our ability to rise above ourselves and meet them.