Is there any more profound comment on the crass invention of money than the concept of these cyberspace digits compensating for bereavement. Only emotional connection and human love can help at all. The rest is just the broken way we humans ration our resources.
Life insurance will put beans on the table and pay for a roof, but it won't bring a sense of emotional safety and love. The money will take away the fears of poverty, but won't sing my child to sleep on a cold winters night. In this world that must weigh and measure all, when the best things in life are priceless and not for sale in any shop anywhere... we become blind to what the bereaved really need. For if money is what joins us, then we are truly alone.
Life insurance is death money, a way to reduce the hardship of loved ones left behind by lifting some of their financial concerns. I get it, I do. But the real life insurance is what assures my life; the smiles, the love, the hugs and knowing that when I go I leave a positive legacy of all I accomplished for others. I am, after all, reassuringly extensive in my compassion and kindness.
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