Been thinkin’ about Grandpa collapsing by the wood pile and tryin’ to die in that backyard, only to be moved to the hospital bed and his body buried in Arkansas.
There’s something really strange about cemeteries… putting bodies in boxes and digging a predetermined hole like a garbage landfill, instead of leaving the body where it fell to give back to the earth from which it took.
I’m as certain as I can be that ancient Mayan, Incan, Egyptian, Roman, Greek, etc etc etc temples and pyramids, which no one can explain the geometry and physics of where the bricks came from and how they got there… I think each brick is a body, I think those temples aren’t just built by slaves, but of slaves… enough time and heat and pressure and those stacked coffins compress into bricks. Stone in the earth is compressed and fossilized bone and exoskeleton materials; enormous stones above ground which no one can explain, is compressed and fossilized bone and exoskeleton materials.
When the Lord calls me home, just leave my body where it falls.
More soon, much Love,