"Through her departing I discovered that death may not really be that invisibly-dark-shadowy-faced creature that men sometimes picture, but an angel with white wings, flying hard to capture those being thrown into this blazing world." The Crystal Bowl. In this particular story, the Author's concept of death is this white feathered angel whose tough mission is to rescue men from this infernal world. Again the question remains, what is death really." "Dear death," I once observed, "I could have wanted to shake your hand only if I knew you." Read “God and Death” and see how the Author associates the two.