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[aid] => mick
[title] => The Loss of Relevance, or Relevance Lost
[time] => 2014-06-17 16:34:12
[hometext] => How or why do we gauge the value of life.....is it not ALL precious?
[bodytext] => A fly can die; noted, mourned less than the last gulp of cheap gas station coffee swilling round a toxic styro cup. A deer smashed and mangled, speedy blink no time for stink rotting in the road; a feast for crawly things and flying vermin... twinged upon our eyes, more so than dead flies though less regret, minute remorse less pungent than the loss of a fish upon the line- sorrow gone, left only in a child's mind...wisdom lost we (adults) need to (yet again discover) find. But relevance, Oh sweet relevance! When WE die (and even then, only those we know)- Oh my, such a different story then, frowns and tears to swamp and clog the nose... fear (for does it not remind us, dear?) our demise is not so far behind- it could be us! Not me! Do NOT discuss where we go, cold and ashen on the table waiting on the indifferent knife- Still in our new unmoving life. Perhaps a tear spilled for the deer would serve us well in this new heaven....avoid altogether this new hell? A smile for the fly, a dash of respect for simply life, would most certainly go quite a ways if our soul is measured in compassion...registered on life..not just beings of our shape and substance- eternity is not measured in appreciation of relevance. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 116 [topic] => 51 [informant] => invierno [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
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