Interment.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n4AwWs1U0Rc
(Joe Dallesandro - Briskeby)

I was on my way out to a call. As passenger, while driving, I see on the sidelines of the roadway several crows amongst other types of birds. I thought it odd that all these birds were ringed around something, and not flying away as our vehicle rushed passed so close. As my eyes quickly scanned and accessed the situation, I saw in the midst of all the snow, there was one lone bird in the middle of the other birds' gaze. I am not sure if the creature was alive. I realized he looked disheveled and towards its body the ice and water was a darker color. Therefore, half part of its body was not in snow but submerged in ice, with which had a water layer on the top. Could it be that even birds can fall through the ice?

I was not able to turn around or go back in any manner to see, or to help. I would have on any other day, as it would not be the first time I have helped or rescued a bird. It meant such a great deal to me that I could not stop, so I discussed it with my partner. He mentioned a similar happening in regards to a bird shot on a hunt and how other birds had mourned the occasion. Was this possibly a farewell, maybe even a burial I witnessed within the animal kingdom? Part of me felt that the poor creature was still alive. Part of me felt torn, helpless. I can only hope they were all cheering their feathered friend on to free himself... if per chance he were alive and in such a prediciment.

To finish the conversation, my partner says, "Nature is brutal." I replied (even though I do not like seeing it such, but know it as the truth), "I agree."

Life Continuation.

"Knowledge of science is to know science,
Knowledge of science is self-knowledge;
If you fail to attain self knowledge,
What good is there in your studies?"
- Good Friend

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YraU2RIHX1Y
(Far From Here - Sivert Høyem)

Locked In Memory.

As I read The Body Electric (which once belonged to my father), I see what appears to be a inch and half short brown hair within the pages. A part of me felt so lifted, so giddy. Could it be? Could this actually be a hair from my very own father!?!? Thoughts of cloning and sentimental revories filled my head... then it sank deep beneath the surface - this was a very sacred object, one I could not even guess would mean so much to me, even so small. I dared not touch the page or jaunt the book as I finished reading the page. I wish not to loose something so rare and so meaningful. When finished I carefully sat the book flat and attempted to move the hair. I think my disapointment gave when the line on the page did not falter. Sad, indeed, but think.... If I had found such a thing, an important link for the living from the dead. That feeling that came with it I would not trade for anything, even though it was just a rouse. But because of this event, I will give a lock of my very own hair to
those I deeply love and treasure, maybe even leave it in one of their favorite books to find by chance. Whether I am alive or not, I can only hope it will provoke a sense of eternity and remain a cherished keepsake that brings that feeling whenever gazed upon.