Ubi sunt qui ante nos in hoc mundo vivere?

Where have they gone ? I know full well the answer. We pass from this life into the next. We are still in our Second Estate there, just as here, there still in the existence that took on mortality here. We are mortals. Mors=death. Mortal=you’re going to die. We are mortals: we are dying. “I die daily.”

« Tous les jours vont à la mort; le dernier y arrive. » —Montaigne, in his essay Que philosopher c’est apprendre a mourir.

Do we need to learn how to die ? I think it comes kinda automatically. Coulda said naturally. But then some are not natural. I’ll choose natural, given the choice.

Where are they? I will soon follow, and then I’ll know all about it. Farther along, I’ll understand why.

There on the other side of Jordan, when I reach that Canaan’s land, and meet with all who have gone before. Thing is, what separates paradise from prison?