“What reconciles me to my own death more than anything else is the image of a place: a place where your bones and mine are buried, thrown, uncovered, together. They are strewn there pell-mell. One of your ribs leans against my skull. A metacarpal of my left hand lies inside your pelvis. (Against my broken ribs, your breast, like a flower.) The hundred bones of our feet are scattered like gravel. It is strange that this image of our proximity, concerning as it does mere phosphate of calcium, should bestow a sense of peace. Yet it does. With you I can imagine a place where to be phosphate of calcium is enough.”
What wonderful words. Thanks for sharing.
Great imagery!
Loving sentiment for eternity = true love!
In the end our bodies are chemicals that can interact with each other.
I find the idea of mingling bones to be unsatisfying. Merged sprits flying fee appeals to me far more!
Words which lighten the weight of existence.. .