What to do with this knowledge that our living is not guaranteed?
Perhaps one day you touch the young branch of something beautiful. & it grows & grows despite your birthdays & the death certificate, & it one day shades the heads of something beautiful or makes itself useful to the nest. Walk out of your house, then, believing in this. Nothing else matters.All above us is the touching of strangers & parrots, some of them human, some of them not human.Listen to me. I am telling youa true thing. This is the only kingdom.The kingdom of touching;the touches of the disappearing, things.
a beautiful response to the eternal question of death, and how to live in the face of everything disappearing, one day —