1/28/2017
Death changes us. We prepare. We think we know. We are even a bit cocky about how we will do things differently. Then when death takes the soul, we are altered. Forever.
The quiet after death is so loud that I think my ears will break. I listen, but hear nothing. And yet, it is soothing in its own comforting way.
I had this same feeling in Chipping Campden in the presence of bodies long gone cold. The experience tried my soul. I cried silent tears. And yet, I was consumed with another knowledge that gave me closer understanding. The universe is so big. And yet, we each distinctly matter. Herein is a large and mind-boggling thought.
Today, I will once again listen to the quiet ticking of the clock, and I will be still, and understand the uniqueness of silence.
Hicks Killingsworth
2017 International Copyright
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