The act of remembering and honoring, it seems reasonable to make this assumption, should make us stop and stare and consider the impermanence of all life.

I’m not sayin’ that we didn’t do right. Our shadows knew, when they came out to the light.

The rain comes down.
The earth gets wet.

As long as the major incentives and the perceived model of a good human life are grounded in non-renewable consumption to satisfy our desires, we are doomed.

I need to reestablish the process of stopping, breathing, stilling, and centering.

How does one cross the lonely canyon?