The following excerpt is from a wonderful book, Tuesdays with morrie. It’s about a young student, Mitch and his classes with his old dying mentor, Morrie. This one class met on tuesdays. The subject was meaning of life.
In the South American rain forest, there is a tribe called the Desana, who see the world as a fixed quantity of energy that flows between all creatures. Every birth must therefore engender a death, and every death brings forth another birth. This way, the energy of the world remains complete.
When they hunt for food, the Desana know that the animals they kill will leave a hole in the spiritual well. But that hole will be filled, they believe, by the souls of the Desana hunters when they die. Were there no men dying, there would be no birds or fish being born. I like this idea. Morrie likes it too. The close he gets to good bye, the more he seems to feel we are all creatures in the same forest. What we take, we must replenish.
“it’s only fair,” he says.
from the book
“Love each other or perish”
“Once you learn to die, you learn to live”
“Love is the only rational act”