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Lovely essay, K.! There's the true beauty not even twenty barrels of Botox could provide. Death holds us all in her sweet grip, though we sing in our chains like the sea as Dylan Thomas said. Me, I'm looking at ear iobe reduction-. I'm tired of looking like one of those stupid Hotei buddhas! Maybe a tummy tuck too. The grotesque search and imitation of youth; it's anti-life actually.

It's liberating to know one is a citizen of Deep Time, that all ones fears and concerns, searches for lost youth, for social justice- all will "go a glimmering."

That oneself and all the species will be lost in deep time and it will be as if we all never existed even the memories long lost. That's liberating, joyful, life-affirming actually!

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Exquisite as always, Kathleen (I felt like calling you Kitty there because the girl is still alive and well IN YOU!). Thank you! I’m so glad you included my favorite Renaissance sculpture: the Pieta, for we enter Holy Week today. Although we will raise palms and sing “Hosanna”, this is also Passion Sunday. You give me so much to think about! I share this piece from Louise Erdrich’s 2005 novel “The Painted Drum:”

“Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself that you tasted as many as you could.”*

Let’s eat apples together, Dear Friend, and share wrinkle stories and passion to save this planet for future humans!❤️

*Originally posted by Maria Popova in her Marginalian.

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