Who can say to what the body nods, if not soliloquies and long aubades? It's often seen as requisite relief, but otherwise a source of utter grief; and yet, a death is just a watershed, if one believes the soul is never dead. I wonder why society is rife with those who claim to know the afterlife, which ears have never heard, nor eyes have seen. "To die, to sleep, to sleep, perchance to dream.."
dear Sarival brings back thought of the summer of 1969 & my accidental attendance of a wake in pub in Ireland i was 17 ...walked into the pub and was immediately offered a whiskey admits a lot of laughter i asked what was the occasion and i was pointed to the open casket leaning against the bar silent lotus `
