She died.
And while she died she listened to the world that happened all around her.
And she was glad she'd died. Because the world was just fine and didn't need her after all.
Is anything really necessary? Or are we all just one moment from a passing thought?
She died and was a passing thought.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
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Whoa. That's deep. Like, wayyyy deep. Sometimes I feel like a passing thought ...
It makes me sad that she was glad she died. that is the lowest point of desperation, I hope I never see it up close..
Secretia
yup....world goes on despite this greatest shock of death,,,
Ah yes, how little we matter and how much it matters to realize that. So, realizing we don't matter matters deeply and is the reason for joyful continuance. Ironically, the exact opposite of depression and the beginning of enlightenment. Cheers!
Suzy,
Very nice. But, oh, how we all hope to be more a passing thought.
It is always a pleasure to read your posts. And I always do...even when I don't comment
...than....a passing thought
:)
just a moment or two
sounds like one of the last lines of the prophet
really really good
really
Life after life..I'm not really shocked that I'll die..to quote Groucho, "Hello, I must be going".
And don't forget, dying's easy, comedy's hard.
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