When I first heard about death, I was intrigued.
The unknown will always fascinate us more
than whatever it is that we think we know.
In my town, there’s a dance studio directly adjacent
to the local cemetery. I smile at that juxtaposition
whenever I drive by on my way to the wine shop.
As many as eighty million died in the last World War.
They were just proxies in the internal battle between
two perpetually warring aspects of our own being.
We alternate back and forth between fear and love.
All of our politics and religions are mere reflections
of that struggle to determine which shall rule us.
Before we were born we all had beautiful names, which
we forgot as soon as we arrived here. All of the ensuing
confusion will finally end once we remember our names.