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"The only thing constant in life is change"

Then, how or what, in this constantly changing world, are we supposed to feel a connection with ? Change has always been here. But the pace of change has never been so much. An intuitively vague thought creeps towards me ... hold on - hold on to something. Only the ones with strong anchors and protective coves will survive the storms ...

A very complex web of entanglements has me struggling for breath. The culling of trees planted with love's labour. How long does one carry dead bodies ? How does one know the body is dead ? Because it speaks to me. My hallucinations surround me. The law of nature is simple. The new replaces the old. Life goes on. The dry grass is burned to destroy the weak. Then the rain bring life again.

Coglin's Law "Bury the dead : they stink up the place".

I wish I were dead sure about the death of the dead one.