Life is a story about everything that ever happens. We are both the characters and the authors. Sometimes, in telling life, we slip from prose to poetry. Sometimes we live things for which our language has no words and we must use symbols, metaphors and images. Did you ever wonder who reads it?
Death is a long, epic poem about human mortality and we all eventually join in the recitation, adding our own emphasis and accent to the collective voice. It is beautiful and tragic, in mourning and in long awaited peace.
If we ran the text of life through analysis, I think we would find – once we eliminated all the noise – that we mostly just say "you" and "me," "please" and "thank you," "hello" and "goodbye."
Hello, friends. I hope you're well.
Later. Love.
