Those words struck me. Move on. From what? To what? We don't really know either, but we have a better idea of the former than the latter. I was just reading Annie Dillard, and she compared Earth to the one blot on the canvas: it is the only place with death. Yet out of death comes Life: how? why? We only faintly understand our world, in all its created glory: how can we hope to understand the next?
"Behold, I am making all things new..."
It's gonna be awesome. Are you ready to move on?