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The bodies were from three men recently killed. The blood had gone along its small tiny river way to settling. Looking at the bodies, I realized the inconvenience of death. I wonder about the aftermath of various ways of dying, what's done with the remains, the feelings of those left behind. If the death was unexpected and violent, there would be a difference than if the person had died peacefully with loved ones at the bedside. Then I awake to the futility of those questions. The questions remaining should deal with things that matter. But what matters in the days ofter the death. Maybe it's enough just to give a nod and small prayer for the person gone. For the living, grieving, or not. The emotions of loss will turn into something else as time passes. But sometimes the hole opened by a loss will ever be filled. If we were close to the deceased, that will change, maybe not dissipate. There are healthy ways of good-bye for an important person. Important meaning they tended to and offered the very things that energize us all on this planet. Sorrow must run wherever course. These are a stories hard to tell, and they don't necessarily become easier after time.
Those who have died have passed on, wearing smooth the stones. We've cut ourselves in churning water. Our bodies have been cold and shaking with fear and warm, distracted, and unfocused except for the immediate goal in mind, and then we die.
We're peasants, really. Any idea of being special should have long burned out slowly. We can muster passion, let it burn slowly or with roaring flame. In the burning there is so much light, and even while fading, there is light. It can make us completely forget about the dark, temporarily.
Kabhir-John Price (musings in the journal)
Those who have died have passed on, wearing smooth the stones. We've cut ourselves in churning water. Our bodies have been cold and shaking with fear and warm, distracted, and unfocused except for the immediate goal in mind, and then we die.
We're peasants, really. Any idea of being special should have long burned out slowly. We can muster passion, let it burn slowly or with roaring flame. In the burning there is so much light, and even while fading, there is light. It can make us completely forget about the dark, temporarily.
Kabhir-John Price (musings in the journal)
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