SOMETHING TO BELIEVE
C Diane Ealy
C Diane Ealy
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Am I having delusions of control when I say, “I chose the how and when of my leaving this life, so there’s really no point in being upset about that part of this picture?” That’s a rhetorical question so you don’t have to answer. Now that I’m finished with my body, finished with this lifetime – nice planet, by the way – you can simply sharpen my head and drive me into the ground. I’ve never been fond of the space that cemeteries take up. My personal preference is that my body be cremated, my ashes mixed with all my cats’ ashes. Don’t keep them in a carved wooden box on your mantel or even a lovely brass urn that you paid too much money for. Sprinkle me outside into the ocean or the Grand Canyon or the Chiricahuas – someplace peaceful and beautiful somewhere people don’t walk. Let me be carried by the wind. |
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Most humans seem to think of vultures as being ugly
never seeing the beauty of their place in Nature. They put an end to the suffering of a dying animal, a soon-to-be meal that gives life to the vulture. Bodies start to decay the moment life leaves then they stink for quite a while. I don’t want to hike amid the noxious odor of decay invading my nostrils, an uninvited guest who won’t leave even after I have finished my journey. Thank the vulture for breathable air Nothing is wasted in Nature – everything has purpose. Birds spread seeds by pooping them onto soil for new growth. One animal feasts on another taking life to give life, an even exchange they all understand. Humans are part of Nature. Not accepting that condition, they obliterate the balance. Thinking they are smart and all-knowing, they don’t listen to the wisdom freely given. I refuse to believe that humans have the right to destroy Nature, a walking ego-enlarged sledge hammer smashing what they don’t understand. Being at the top of the food chain is the booby prize. Humans disappear and everything else survives as designed Especially the beautiful vultures patiently waiting to clean up the leftovers. |