Finite

This world has an end
the seasons are finite
the sky is a black void
beyond the cold blue veil
of a comforting illusion

Last night, my aunt died. I miss her already, the world is going to be strange without her; she was the true leader of my family, and everyone acknowledged that. I am so very numb, I can't even cry and I want to let the rivers flow, at least so I don't feel so inhuman. The only comforting thought is that she is not suffering with hideous, wilting pain any more. The next world is now a much better place for her arrival there.

But I have to thank you all for your wonderful messages of love, respect or just plain good will, in both comments and the many sweet emails that a lot of you have sent to me.

Above: The Helix Nebula. This is quiet obviously an explosion, a nova that has created a planetary nebula from the remains of a star that was about the same size as our own sun, about six hundred light years away. A small white dwarf star is in the center, but its light is drown out by the glare of the final stages of its former life.

Below: There's that blue fading to black.


Take care and talk to you later if I get the chance.

Peace and love.