Labor, hope, more?

I am a fan of George MacDonald. I'm thinking of a book he wrote. Bethany house has an edited version called "The Marquee's Secret" It starts out with a woman preparing another for burial. There is so much respect, grace and honor given to the one lost. We have devalued ourselves to a point at which death is a tragic end of everything we were. Without the hope of more, death is so fearful and pointless. How can our lives mean anything without that hope?

But there is hope. This is the hard part--labor. This world is the part of our journey that squeezes our heads into points, bruises our hearts and bodies and leaves us gasping for an air we have never yet tasted.

I recently watched a movie directed by Clint Eastwood. It was called Hereafter. It's kind of a strange movie, there were no answers given but simply the question raised, "Is there more?" Go ahead, ask the question. Search the internet. Seek and find. I believe there is way more. Like here is the place of laboring and there is the place of life.