We balance two planes of being.
An outer world, in which we are helplessly carried down a stream and told, “Now is winter, soon will come spring, then summer, then autumn, then winter again. The unborn will live, the living will wither and die; a world will continue as it must be.”
And an inner world, of which we are master; in which we choose that life will be life, and death will have meaning, and the world we enter and leave behind will be filled with purpose.
The outer world is but a stage. The inner world is its soul for which it was brought into being.