What is the living splendour of the universe?

I am here to testify of death.

It is the living splendour of the Universe. Without it, there is no springtime blossom. Without it, there is no rare transmutation of things that charges night into day. Without it, there is no struggling of the atom toward diviner possibilities of being. Without it, the ebb and flow of human affairs would become solidified and crystallised—

You today would be petrified in the midst of all sin and crime—forever to remain a solemn mockery in the great book of eternity.

Without death, you could never rid yourself of your errors. Without it, you could not grow into diviner manhood and womanhood. Without it, love would be voiceless—there would be no clasping of immortal hands—no tremblings of immortal thoughts along the corridors of being.

Without it, all life would be meaningless, for there would be no love. You would be immured in sepulchres. Your bodily existence would be a bane and mockery. The breath of the spirit taken away—there could be no time and eternity.