05 January 2015

The niceties of death

Amongst the weeds and thrushes the baby's basket bobbed as it floated in the waist-deep water.

And a miracle, that is to say, an event that cannot be explained by physical laws, and a moment, that is to say, an event that takes place in time, and a memory, that is an event embedded in the context of perception, gathered together as if to say, "I want to live; I don't want to die."

The innocuous plea of the mortal life resonates across time and across cultures.

Gone are the days.  Gone are the recollections in the waves of grief.

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