Street of Stones

 

“Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;
Make dust our paper and with rainy eyes
Write sorrow on the bosom of the earth,
Let's choose executors and talk of wills”
― William Shakespeare, Richard II

Qeustions with answers not yet

Life is so short, it is hard to account of all the missing time, and missing people. So where are we going? Why do we see the short comings of the past so clearly too late? Why are there so many questions? New ones arise in the night. Why have so many lived and are now gone in a wisp of time without comprehension? 

Sometimes You Can't Win

 On the grave of Ezekial Aikle in East Dalhousie Cemetery, Nova Scotia 

Here lies Ezekial Aikle, 

Age 102.. Only The 

Good Die Young.. 

The grave is the threshold to eternity

Everything once existing may change, but nothing is ever lost. If this is thought to be true in science perhaps it is also true in the great mystery.  Inscription on Claude Rains headstone, 1889-1967. "All things once are things forever. Soul once living lives forever."

Never lean on the arm of flesh..

No matter how long I live, if I don't run out of time and my flesh never fails me, of what desire is there in living among younger people unknown to me? Does anyone expect the pains and aches will forget me? Can I expect the young will want to jump fences with me?  Time fools us all, even as we speak.

The spirit quickens the body...

The body  flourishes then wastes  away.  Sometimes  I wonder if the body can die, leaving the spirit to animate the body by itself. Eventually the older I get, sooner than I expect, I will walk alone. And in the end that is time for you, it always runs out for the flesh. In that day, I want to be ready for the next move. The next move is always mine. 

Out of nothing...

....came the big bang. Isn't that something now? There is no time in eternity, it is generally agreed, what then makes us believe there is expanding space? What is seen all comes from the unseen. Some physical scientists suggest time is an allusion. Maybe space is too!

OK to die......

To build falth in the afterlife I believe in saying so. I always even repeat a person's name when introduced to help me remember it. Since it turned to be OK when I was born, I figure it will be OK to die.  However, I do not think it will be that OK right this particular second.

Some day we fly away and.....

...soon we all become as dead men out of mind...