…the rest of the puzzle.
He wrote:
“Sister Bodily Death is our friend.”
what a beautiful thought,
how many of us are frightened, even terrified, at rhe thought of death?
evsn rhe most orderly. , calm, natural death well- attended.
i liked the depiction of the death of Moses in the OT: after a long life, he was “gathered to the bosom of his forefathers” or somerhung like that.
that doesnt happen to just anyone.
But “it matters how you die.” Thats for everyone.
about the armadillo that lay dying in the back yard in Florida–have i already posted about that?
the point there is that the paw in the Memory Stone seemed to be hanging on to life. The body was covered wirh weird, hovering insects and was liquifying and i was very frightened. Then i saw some inside rhe house and I had to do something and i got it out of there wirh a spade; but the paw stayed glued to the stone. The rest went in a sack into the garbage.
i was already in a phase of bug phobia at that time. After that it became radical and joined with my OCD to make me a helpless and completely dependent person–already a facet of my OPD.
recently, for another reason relating to a humble little orange tiger cat long ago, i wondered if it hurts to be eaten alive like that or wherher there is a pleasure in succumbing to it and giving up your spirit,
Un.Bon.Mot 