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Death Wisdom

The Fall

The Fall

A Snake keeps hissing in our ears:

Don't we want to be like God? 

Don't listen. Don't respond.

Allow It To Wither

Allow It To Wither

A flower is a story that Nature keeps telling Herself. Some flowers smell nice. They send their gentle perfume on the waves of the air to uplift our spirits and draw in the bees who will make them even sweeter than they've been.

Some flowers are fragrant. Other stink.

But whether they make us sick or make us smile, we must let them run their course if we want their honey. When their story is over, we allow them to wither, and go.