Society, like nature, is one body, really.

Yes we are devilish; that is true we cackle. Yes we are dark like the soil and wild like the animals. And we turn to each other and stare into this darkness. We find it beautiful. We find this darkness irresistible. We cease all hiding.

Far more frightening than the thought of dying was the experience of erasure already occurring in my life. My fear of becoming someone who did not count.

I am not so different in my history of abandonment from anyone else after all. We have all been split away from the earth, each other, ourselves.

The mind can forget what the body, defined by each breath, subject to the heart beating, does not.

Perhaps every moment of time lived in human consciousness remains in the air around us.

What is buried in the past of one generation falls to the next to claim.