Life, death and the spiritual thrill of surfing at the edge of the world

[ad_1] What if the end of the world is a constant, rather than a finale? (Joelle Grace Taylor / For The Times) “I have lived the most beautiful lives and died the most beautiful deaths” is a thought I had the other day while surfing. I had just paddled for a wave and then pulled out of it at the last second when I realized I would have to drop in at a particularly steep…

"Life, death and the spiritual thrill of surfing at the edge of the world"