I went to a funeral today. I hate funerals... but that's not to the point. Neither is the fact that the deceased didn't drink - so it was a dry wake. In my judeo-anglo-celtic tradition, I have made up for that. OK.. down to business.

When people I know and/or loved die, I get a sense of whether the world is a richer or poorer place for it. If I decide the world has benefitted from their parting, I have the common decency not to attend the celebration of their passing, because I would be celebrating the wrong thing.

Today, I had a sense that the world was a much poorer place for Bill's passing. But that sensation was quickly followed by a quick kick to the back of my spiritual bottom...
The world, had Bill never existed would now be a much poorer place. His passing has barely dented the amount of good stuff he brought to the world. And he has passed it on to so many around the world, include Australia, Nepal and Vietnam.

I hope that I some of his wisdom will remain in my own soul. I hope that my legacy will be greater than me.

Wandering across the skies,

a thousand miles,

the feather of a dead bird,

led by nothing, but lewd.

Struck by a thunderstorm

fell to the ground like a worm,

like a newborn from the mother's womb,

close to an old king's tomb,

with a vision so blur,

can only see her,

it never did hurt,

found it so absurd,

to have left with nothing but the quill,

nothing able to deliver the final kill.

but when it tears apart your heart

leaving behind a scar,

you realise you are in love with the warmth of the earth.

I study in a place named after an old king.
celerity and celery are different

among other things...

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