Is it better to die young,
experiencing life to all of its excessiveness
possible,
or
to die old,
experiencing life in all its cautions and mediocrity?
Which is better?
To burn out from the excesses of humanness
or fade into the mediocrity
of day-to-day life?
Fear both life and death…
It has become the same continuum for us all.
One where there is both a possibility of an ever after
and a possibility of nothing
but pure silence.
The infinity of silence…
An abyss
A gamble we take…
Some days we feel alive and dead, all at the same time.
May our souls rest upon a sunset.
And may God find mercy on all of us,
the wealthy and the poor.
the powerful and the timid.
the Us and the Them….
The pain in my chest and my head are unforgiving…
It is relentless to the point of madness.
And, they are both more real than ever imagined.
EjG
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Both the Scribe and Solomon were silent. Unsure what they heard and not understanding what was meant to be understood. It was night. The abyss of silence was upon them.
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