Under the Sun
Round and round the water does flow,
From rain to river to sea.
And yet the ocean can never be filled,
It’s all in vanity.
The man wants to know all he can know
But the more he learns, he grieves.
He finds no profit here under the sun,
Ashes in the breeze.
Shaped by Death
When my grandad died on April 10th in 2021, he left behind a memoir. When I finally read it, I was also reading Destiny: Learning to Live by Preparing to Die by David Gibson. The two were weirdly complementary. With the first I was saddened by the passing of time; with the second I was almost comforted by it. The first had me dwelling on the past while the second had me anticipating the future. The first helped me to process the death of my grandad. The second helped me to process the inevitable death of all my loved ones, even my own death.