My uncle was laid to rest today, and yet the world toils on. I see him, today, vividly…almost in 3D.
It wasn’t for me to know. It was for me to love, and remember…now when it snows
“And, to say all in a word, everything that belongs to the body is a stream, and what belongs to the soul is a dream and vapor, and life is a warfare and a stranger’s sojourn, and after-fame is oblivion. What then can guide a man? One thing and only one, philosophy.”
But no clouds last forever. The Earth and all that grows from it, know this well.