“There are persons who exist
in the world not as objects, but as extraneous specks or spots on an object.”
Gogol, Dead Souls
In fact, most of us who are
living, who have lived, and who will live in the future are precisely such
specks. In further fact, all of us are.
If I had my choice I’d rather
not be a dry speck or spot, but a tiny wet droplet of dew on a hydrangea leaf,
on a cloudy day in May—and then the sun comes out and I can feel myself slowly
evaporating into the sky above and into the resplendence that envelops God’s
green earth. Ah, yes . . .
After all, that’s what we do,
isn’t it? We live for a brief time, and then we evaporate.
[excerpted from the book by U.R. Bowie, Here We Be. Where Be We?]
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