While I could not remember who exactly—Anaxagoras, Democritus, Plato, or Aristotle–somebody had claimed that for all things that come into being, there is decay. And me, I had for most of my life, for the eternity of it, held this precept as close to my chest as Roy Batty holds a white dove to his own. For that is not all. No, there are moments of decay’s beautiful impermanence to behold. Seeing the child looking at the sand pouring from between the small fingers of the child’s even smaller hands. The paws of raccoons having left their marks behind the overturned garbage cans in the mud. The smiles on photographs of unknown relatives before they are burnt up behind the closed metal doors of the woodstove forever. The sweetness of the smell of blackberries in a large, glass bowl just picked. The ubiquitous rattling of a brood of cicadas portending my death if not in the next seventeen years, then in the next seventeen years after that. And after summer rainstorms, too, the forest is spotted here and there with the wildest growth of things—mushrooms and fungi of different colors, different shapes. They stand so briefly whose spores will fall out in a day or two like red rubies tumbled from a fallen crown. While alive they have an animation that defies the natural order of things, as if to say they alone have the privilege and the momentary pride to halt time itself, for just as long as they are able to support themselves, and no more.

Beautiful. I can’t stop reading and finding even more hidden meanings and wisdom in your words. May I post this on SlasherMonster? It takes my breath away which will eventually literally happen anyway 🙂
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Sure! So glad you like it. Post away!
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Thanks. It may be several weeks, but I’ll let you know!
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No rush. I’ve got plenty of hot air balloons to ride.
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Wonderful morning wisdom. Lovely!
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Thanks! Passing thoughts passing by!
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What do you mean about hot air balloon rides? Are you just being silly?
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Oh no! I have a hot air balloon farm. We raise them for tourists from New Zealand who love them. Lately, however, we’ve had trouble with poachers from Oregon.
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Damn those poachers! Haha!!
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I suppose everybody’s gotta fly sometime somewhere..
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