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.