Choose Your Own Adventure

In no particular order, all of these things have rocked & created foundation for my humanity. Or perhaps, each are very much ordered in terms of influence & I am just not aware enough to comprehend.

In fact, even as I organize my thoughts, every story, anecdote, or mere consideration revolves or begins, squarely with death. Or, to be less poetic, with my relationship with death. I am sure that at some point I thought of death as a consumer of energies, both physically & metaphorically, but for a long time now, death seems to serve more as a reflection. An image of what has been before & what is left can be served by that remnant glow. As if death does not remove something but change everything around, chemically… ethereally.