- "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain." -- The Wizard of Oz
- "You only think you can eat a three-egg omelet." -- My stomach
- "You haven't actually been putting food down that disposal, have you?" -- The plumber -- $156.00
- "Please don't start hoarding worms." -- My sister begs
- "The body always wants to live."--My opera buddy
I thumbs up like like LIKE lichen.
My favorite guys are fun.
Moss is good, but mushrooms are dandy.
Huge trees gradually crumble. I can't be scientific about this process, and certainly not eloquent. I can accept it as a gift, and wonder about the meaning. Then suddenly I can be a bit disappointed to find my favorite rotting logs covered under new greening vines and brambles, the process of decomposition screened from my view. The woods and trails are always changing too fast for me, all the clear spaces between winter branches filled with green and buzzing life.
Walking in the woods is bringing me acceptance of the concept of eventual nonexistence. That would be my own personal eventual nonexistence. Being of a certain age, I am even grateful for the concept of my eventual nonexistence in momentary flashes.
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