Tag Archives: passing away

I am. Full stop

I cannot say, “I am the body.” That is because I am not the body. Neither am I a Volvo C30, even though I drive one. Bodies and cars—they come and go, along with everything else. So the question is, What doesn’t change?

A dance, in the gloaming

Happiness is the readiness to die, the awareness that living is dying and that without death, there is no beauty, no sweetness.

Oh, what a world! Sex is out of the closet, death is under the bed.