"...to discourse and jest with him; to indulge in courteous exchanges; to read pleasant books together; to trifle together; to be earnest together; to differ at times without ill-humor, as a man might do with himself, and even through these infrequent dissensions to find zest in our more frequent agreements; sometimes teaching, sometimes being taught; longing for someone absent with impatience and welcoming the homecomer with joy. These and similar tokens of friendship, which spring spontaneously from the hearts of those who love and are loved in return -- in countenance, tongue, eyes, and a thousand ingratiating gestures -- were all so much fuel to melt our souls together, and out of the many made us one. "
I didn't necessarily agree with him about how to solve the problem of death and grief (God, etc) but it is something that everyone has to find a way to reconcile within themselves at some point. I was a bit suprised when he stated how pouring his time into other friends who were living wasn't a "fix" (because they just die too). I was taken aback I guess because that's what I realised I do, and I think most people do it too (find a way to distract themselves through friends, work, etc when they're grieving). But I think I distract myself with the "living friends" for a different reason: Because I find that being there for other people genuinely makes me feel happy and, when you're not focusing on yourself, things go into perspective and everything gets easier.