The dandelions flower, and for a few days their spores are like snow. The air is smelling crisp, sometimes you can sense the winter coming. Summer is ending. Is this the autumn of our species?
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I hope you were given flowers recently, and that you love their smell as they cling desperately to their last shreds of life. All kidding aside, what do you do with flowers you are given?
We read a story in elementary school about eating fifty worms on a bet. It was unpleasant. Of course, it’s the worms who eat us in the end.
There is something appealing about fighting to the death. It may be desperate and hopeless, but at least it is defiant, a surge before the very end.
It is so true to our times the way the flat line represents death: reductionist, abstract, numerical, neat and certain. Yet on examination, it leaves so much space open around it.