Thursday, October 24, 2013

Time . . .

. . . to . . .

. . . die.

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  1. ...or be recycled into new life linked by an energetic thread of continuity that does not end, perhaps, as Autumn is surely necessary to allow another Spring.

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  2. or as in a favorite remark made by Rabindradath Tagore:

    Death is not extinguishing the light; it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.

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    1. Ah, Tagore. I remember that years ago, deep deep in the past millennium I photographed a passionately kissing couple on a bench near a memorial of Tagore in Balatonf├╝red (Hungary).
      No, I never published this lovely photo. :)

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  3. Death is not the end, it is part of the cycle of life which always results in renewed growth.

    http://www.flickr.com/photos/-cherrypie-/10484119304/

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    1. Thank you for the link, CherryPie.
      The photo is impressive and I do see your point and tend to agree.
      For the very leaf, animal, flower, person that dies I suppose the end is ultimative, though. And that's fine.

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  4. It surely is a part of life, but it still hurts.

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    1. Yes and yes. The latter sometimes more, sometimes less.

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  5. No RIP for me
    No wormy dusty nest
    Even if it's cosy
    I don't intend to rest
    For all eternity
    My job will be to run
    A spiral galaxy
    Far away from this sun
    In the ground I won't go
    Or be blown to the winds
    And return recycled
    My wings say No and No.

    CPG

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  6. Thanks for that, Claude!
    And no. No RIP for you. :)

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