A Greek philosopher said, 'All men think it is only the other man who is mortal'. The way we scurry about accumulating things is testimony to our unspoken doctrine that we are exceptions to the law of death. The events of September 11, 2001, were a shocking reminder to millions of Americans of something we should have already understood - our mortality.

Looking back," Ruby said, "I wonder why I was so afraid to grow old. Every day brought me one day closer to being here with You.

As human beings, we have a terminal disease called mortality. The current death rate is 100 percent.

Never let your prey consider he neither created "his" time nor earned it. He cannot keep it, store it up, or take it with him when he exits earth. So why does he consider it "his" time? Because he's a fool.

Time isn't just a fleeting thing. It never moves forward without engraving its mark upon the heart.

I remember the time an older man asked me when I was young, "Do you know what you are doing now?" I thought it was some kind of trick question. "Tell me," I said. "You are building your memories," he replied, "so make them good ones.

We each need to look into eternity and then ask ourselves what we are offering this generation."-Ray Comfort

in this wonderful human brain of ours there has dawned a realization unknown to the other primates. It is that of the individual, conscious of himself as such, and aware that he, and all that he cares for, will one day die. Fig. 2.2 — Neanderthal Burial This recognition of mortality and the requirement to transcend it is the first great impulse to mythology.

You're inches away from death every time you go on a mission. How much older can you be at your age?

How much older can you be at your age? A half minute before that you were stepping into high school, and an unhooked brassiere was as close as you ever hoped to get to Paradise. Only a fifth of a second before that you were a small kid with a ten-week summer vacation that lasted a hundred thousand years and still ended too soon. Zip! They go rocketing by so fast.

Death was irreversible, he suspected

Do you know how long a year takes when it's going away?' Dunbar repeated to Clevinger. 'This long.' He snapped his fingers. 'A second ago you were stepping into college with your lungs full of fresh air. Today you're an old man.