The worst part of my wife's funeral service was the funeral service, and I feel the same way about all funeral services. We advertise them as celebrations of the decedent's life but the primary focus of these services is on what the individual has done during their lifetime. There is very little focus on what that person was -- his/her sense of identity. Even at those rare moments when the person's essence is mentioned it is in the context of what that person did. We are obsessed with activity and that is not entirely a bad thing. But what each of us does is just a role each has been given to play, and each does what anyone in similar circumstances would do. But what each of us is; that is where the rubber meets the road.
A good way to demonstrate what I am driving at is to restate the last two sentences to read: But what we do is just a role we have been given to play, and we do what anyone in similar circumstances would do. But what we are; that is where the rubber meets the road.
What meaning we derive depends on how we are thinking.
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