A mind, a soul, a spirit, are gone forever. Loosed on the wind, never to return. The memories and life of an utterly unique individual, are lost now to the world. Beauty has been destroyed, a work of art like no other. And there will be no other. For a brief point, less then a glimmer in in the slow winking eye, the long beating heart of the universe, Ruslana Korshunova lived and breathed and had being. She was matter that knew itself, and the world can bestow no greater gift. She danced until she did not, enriching the lives of those around her. If I am wrong, and there is another dance, I am sure she will dance it well. But if there is not, let us waltz forth in remembrance, until we too take our rest. You would know the secret of death. But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life? The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light. If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life. For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one. In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond; And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring. Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity. Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour. Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king? Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling? For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? And what is it to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand? Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing. And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb. And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance. Kahlil Gibran RIP Ruslana. Deepest Condolences to her Family and Friends