Tomorrow is the 95th anniversary of the armistice that ended the fighting in the Great War. The event is commemorated today in Britain as Remembrance Sunday.
A Thought for Remembrance Sunday
by Seneca III
Ten thousand three hundred and fifty six people, male and female, young and old, marched, hobbled on sticks or were wheeled past the Cenotaph this morning. They laid their wreaths and paid their respects to those who have given their lives in the cause of freedom.
I feel that all is not lost after all, and I am minded of these words:
“A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to sow and a time to reap;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn and a time to dance…”
— Ecclesiastes 3:2 (Old Testament); Qoheleth (Hebrew Bible)
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