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Stone

"Take a moment to behold
As still skies or storms unfold,
In sun rain sleet or snow,
Warm your soul before you go."
- Standing stone near Corgarff Castle, Lecht Summit, Cairngorms National Park, Scotland 



Life is so short. Too short. I hate that it moves so fast, and then you're left with.. what? Hope? Faith?

The grasp of the grave is pervasive, unrelenting, and so cold... So, so cold. It grabs at my heart and makes me gasp. I can feel it, this hand of death. It pulsates with my heartbeat, constricting, tightening, slowly and slowly and slowly. My heart is as cold as a stone and getting colder.

And so.

Impart your warmth to me, before you go. Share your light and your love and your life. Warm my soul, and I will warm your soul. And together, we shall defeat this thing called death.

The last enemy that shall be destroyed is death.

And when death does come for us, we will greet it not as an enemy, but as the last great sleep, resting in the embrace of our mother earth. For we have distilled the essence of life in each of our days, exulting in the shared light and life and warmth that come from living... Truly living.

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