Ca3(PO4)2 . . .
The Teller is a man, in his bath – abandoned. The floor is black and white checked and the windows are tall affording a view of a magnificent landscape though not from where he sits waist high in slowly cooling water. What he is able to see are amorphous shadows falling across the floor from the window. This ballet creates a visual backdrop to his contemplations of memories, truths and tales.
This compared to that . . .
“what sound the boot that leaves no carbon print on earth and yet has the heel to grind us?”
Life and death, one follows the other as surely as retirement follows work, night follows day and sleep, wakefulness. And to die successfully, one must first have lived. And for a thing to live there must always be the propensity for death which in itself makes living that much more exciting don’t you think. Death is after all the most final of all Agencies.
It is the rule that for every ONE thing there must be ANOTHER equal and opposite thing. Life then death; the inevitability, but was it always thus?
What other inevitabilities might there be?