With all of the piratey pictures and stuff taking over the Triond ship as of late, I thought I might join in with a tale of me own husband during his smuggling day (there was only the one).

While the mystery of life unfolds within the limits of our undestanding, the mystery of death is beyond our contemplation. We can, however, arrive at an indefinite conclusion as to what is in store for the soul beyond the “border crossing.”

The border separating life and death is shrouded in mystery. One wonders if death is another name for rebirth and whether there is a u-turn back to life.