the gift of mortality

so I was thinking the other day...
...in my wierd and quirky way
the wind is blowing the autumn in
vaguely, a peaceful celebration
...celebration of death and mortality
of ingathering and finality
be it the reading of Ecclesiastes
to the gentle falling of the lifeless leaves

ah..the gift of mortality

I look around at all that surrounds me..
...from cities to arts..medicine and technology
all of it - the doing of one species..
...out of millions of co-inhabitants of the land and seas
why don't animals ever write books..or write songs?
...why - just eat, sleep, procreate and ramble along?

ahhh the answer is so obviously simple..you see
animals are completely unaware of their mortality...

I have this sneaking suspicion
that if humans did not have the cognition
the awareness that one day we'll be on our way
then we too would spend our day
grazing in the meadows..with no driven anxiety...

and that...my friends is the gift
......of mortality


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