Love

by practicalspactical

The collapsing of distinctions — the care of others — if we could feel what our victims feel — would we ever kill? The Pathological Skypeople — who cannot see — the great miracle of an energetic life — the absolute worship of the Be-Here-Now — Being, Being, and Time — and the connections we forge — what we didn’t see — frond tickling frond, and the quick dilation of pupils in the dark — the surprised breath —

Death is not the enemy, and death is not the end — it is only the end for us — but of all the things that concern us, our selves are but one — though we hold them precious —