DeathI wrote this song a while back. It always surprises me that people in the United States tend to avoid the topic of death. Oddly enough, pop culture is fixated on death. It shows up, in one form or another, in everything from the Twilight books to the current resurgence of zombies. In everyday conversation, however, people don’t usually bring up the topic.
Person A: “So, I’ve been thinking about death lately. Seems pretty inevitable, doesn’t it?”
Person B: “Er…you catch the game last night?”
In other news, Saturday was incredibly busy at our farm. Scads of people buying scads of pumpkins. Most of them, I imagine, will end up adorning porches. The pumpkins, not the people.
The occasional ant (that might be a good book title) has been hiking across my desk this morning. I’m not sure what they’re looking for, as there’s no food in the vicinity. Anyway, the ant is a tiny thing, but what an amazing bundle of energy and diligence they are. If I had a hundredth of their dedication, I would be the next Leonardo da Vinci. Despite their admirable qualities, I’m afraid I must execute them if they persist in invading my desk.
You see? Everything circles back around to death. I don’t mean to be morbid. It just is what it is. How often do you contemplate your mortality?