He looked at an old photograph and commented: Life and love were so uncomplicated back then. Yes, I said. How did we manage to complicate it so? I think that I’ve over-fertilized my garden and burned the roots. I think the drought of our carelessness dried it up and the first faint winds of discordContinue reading “Burned Roots”
He looked at death as the next step in life, and felt that the end of the earthbound life should be celebrated as a special occasion.