The quill from a buzzard, blood writes the word.
I want to know am I the sky or the bird?
Hells boiling over, and heaven is full.
We’re chained to the world, and we all gotta pull.
(We’re all gonna be just dirt in the ground) - Tom Waits
It’s a wild life. I’m at least halfway through it, and I have yet to reach cruising speed. It’s amazing that we know we’re going to die, but we act like we’re not. The wise ones have always said to keep two things in the forefront of your mind at all times. First is an awareness of That, and second is your own death. Tick Tock.
I know I shall die. I don’t know what will, or will not happen to “me” when this body goes kaput, but it shall. George Carlin was, and he was not. Same with my grandma, and the same with us all. Moths to a flame.
