AutumnMood
It'sa mood, so traces of it should not linger.
Perhapsit's remembering a kind of past, of people and things fallen away like leavesin autumn? Or perhaps it's because of those people, those events, that onefeels the gloomy spread of autumn, why check the calendar to see if fall ishere already?
Deathgleams convincingly; living seems by contrast bleak and fraught with danger.But life has its unevadable responsibilities. How heavy? How light? All areduty-binding. That person in the old story (Using One Orphan to Save Another)said, "To keep on living is hard, but sticking one's neck out to getchopped is easy. Brothers, let me do the easy part, and leave the hard part toyou" Only here do life and death realy seem like a fiery brand. Those tocome will read their smiles in the last spark: they died with passion andwithout regret; they lived bearing up under tragedy.
WhenDeath's footsteps pass, after a bout of shuddering we often feel the suddenlightness of release, so if the beauty of that endpoint really gets verydistant, the sound of happiness may even reach you, I don't know. I guess that,no matter here or there, happiness is relative.
"Beautyis, too."
Idon't dread death, but I don't approve of experimentation. The leaves fall, letthem fall. The trees cast off their old clothes, but their roots still grip thesource of life; their branches do not yield even to the winter snow. Thedirection of the setting sun is a bright red, as alluring as a dream, and wewill hasten there in the end. Before that, let us finish this most difficultjourney through life.
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