This is the poem
that came out of the grave
to tell you what death is.
Everyone has avoided the answer
but here is the answer:
Death is indifference;
Death is mental fragmentation;
Death is accepting immorality;
Death is accepting mortality;
Death is belonging to separatist organizations that
one thinks are “right,”
and death is the limited space surrounded by boundaries.
It is very rare to see two Ambush Bugs together with a victim like this.
Two Ambush Bugs with their Bumble Bee victim on Thistle Plant … Photo by Thomas Peace c. 2018
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Interesting way to look at death.
Yes, and perhaps a fundamentally more accurate way.
Sobering and thoughtful.
Very glad you see something there, Belinda.
Thought provoking
I’m glad that it ignited something! 🙂
WOW…deep thinking regarding the obvious signs of the time! 😲
We hope so, Kym! 🙂 There are not too many that go beyond the superficial these days, unfortunately.
I get it Tom!
You always give us something to chew on. Interesting bugs with the poor bee.
I hope so, Linda! 🙂
Those Ambush Bugs are likely a mated pair.
A regular Bonnie and Clyde Barrow they are. 🙂
🙂
Death indeed is the limited space sorrounded by boudaries…..brilliant..
Thank you, MV! 🙂 Yes, and, unfortunately, so many exist as a limited space surrounded by boundaries.
So beautiful Tom! 🙂
Many thanks, Marcela! 🙂
Oh no, not the bumble!! We need them. ☹️🐝