Thursday, September 26, 2013

DEATH BE NOT PROUD


A man on a cliff sees a bird. Of course he sees a bird!
He’s on a cliff. Birds love cliffs. Men are on cliffs. You
can’t say that men love cliffs, just because they are on 
them. But if you wait long enough, another man will
come and replace this man. And that man will be 
replaced by another. And that one, another. You could
almost conjecture that men don’t love cliffs at all, why,
with all their coming and going and the cliff always 
staying. The bird finds this amusing. He’s always 
the same bird. He loves that he’s always the same
bird. He loves the men and their coming and going. 
And he loves comedy. And cliffs, with skies so blue, 
so funny.

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