Contemplating death as markers in our lives makes us truly a part of Nature. For me, my first experience with that sad dream, was a November morning in 1963, when driving home from school we heard the news that President Kennedy had been assassinated. To this day it still seems like a bad dream. There truly are forks in the road for all of us, and I am not a religious person, nor do I believe in god. But one day I opened a King James Bible to Ecclesiastes chapter 9 and it struck me how one bad apple can spoil everything, even change history. Loved your post, though it reminded me of a day that part of me died.☮️ D


Dhat888 - The Wizard Speaks

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