My take, from a time past:
"Loss, physical, mental creep up on us. There is no avoidance possible, no by-passing, of loss. We are all headed to the Great Loss. Wit, money, beauty, power will mean nothing to us at the moment we step, or are pushed, over the edge. It all comes to naught, that which we prize the most, in this silly age.
But there is that which is beyond, that glimmer. That silver land, that strain of unspeakable joy which creeps up on us, unaware, whispering the glorious in the midst of our body-bound hum-drummery.
Have you known it? Have you been looking out a window on a long, pointless day, maybe washing dishes, worrying about bills, kids, fearing the future and there it will come, shaking your mind with a searing joy? And you laugh at your silly self, which was muttering about mud and inanities. You are reminded. And you have strength to totter on to that which loss will bring you, ultimately. We were told from the start. Lose to gain. Lose to gain. Lose to gain. Our Lord is no idle keeper of promise."