>"Don't you want some cocoa or soup, Harry? Come

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>"Don't you want some cocoa or soup, Harry? Come away from the light of Heaven's easy life. We need such a valiant, beautiful warrior such as yourself here to live and to hack the serpents of evil in two. Hell, into twos; into threes and fours! Your life will be the very envy of Heaven and its slobbery inhabitants. No, Harry, you are meant to stride with us, the living, to course with us and our blood. You are meant to end when your share of that blood turns brown upon the rocks of glory!"
>"You and I shall drink tonight, Harry. We shall drink to life's confines; to life's pearly end, which is the nothingness of death! NOT the perpetual pansyness of Heaven!"
>Dumbledore is shaking with passion. He is beckoning Harry to enter into the sphere of manhood. Harry is all but wrapped in a buffalo skin, dancing and shaking a bow and arrow around a ceremonial fire. His rite of passage is here now. He is like a young Native American, preparing to answer the question of life. Dumbledore is all aquiver, awaiting Harry's answer.
>And Harry answers...
>"Yes."

What did he mean by this?