BEGINNING STEPS ON THE DYING ROAD
“Because we don’t know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood? Perhaps four or five times more. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”
Paul Bowles, The Sheltering Sky
"Can you imagine us years from today
Sharing a park bench so quietly
How terribly strange to be 70"
Paul Simon’s “Book Ends” album was released in 1968; I was in high school. The song Old Friends addressed something distant. "Then thoughts about dying were as wet pavement under foot - barely noticeable. The malaise of dying is a shuffle into deeper water, ultimately reaching chin level. You’re enveloped in the certain outcome of the coming steps."
"Flowers still grow outside your door
They miss the water, but they miss you more
If life is not the way it seems
It’s that death can’t stop your flowers or your dreams"
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