Driving home from work yesterday I passed a truck transporting crushed cars, one on top of the other six long and three deep. Those cars were new at one time and someone paid good money to buy one. They rolled off the assembly line and were shiny, new and smelled such. The seats and dash board were in perfect condition. The paint was flawless and someone was going to be very happy in purchasing this brand new car. And now, these cars were crushed, in transport to or fro a junk yard stacked six long and three deep.
And then a thought began to creep in my head. A thought which has been creeping in more and more without much of an invite: mortality. Nature's way of preparing the human animal, capable of freaking itself out with thoughts, for what is imminent.
por escrito crabtree on Wednesday, October 29, 2003