Death is a strange thing … Life perhaps is stranger.
Forgive me for this strange post, but a few personal developments today have my mind racing, and writing thoughts is helping..
The boy was born without the understanding that he was born. Who was there when he was alive?
A life of sadness now over.. who will be there when he dies?
It was not his choice to be without understanding. It was not his choice to be alone. And it certainly was not his punishment. But what do you make of the man who does not even know he is alive? And when that man succumbs to the fate that we all meet, and he does not even realize he ever lived, will he be near an angel from place and time when he expires from this planet? I certainly hope he does..
I never knew the man who is dying, but he never knew me. And he never knew himself. I certainly hope that we are united in love and spirit and one day, in another plane of existence. I understand that unity cannot happen on this planet.
Peace if you go tonight.. And I hope you are greeted by faces you may remember.. people who knew you your entire life but people you never knew…
