Death is crossing the world

Death is crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is omnipresent. In the divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure. This is the confort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.


William Penn, More Fruits of Solitude