Since no one has taken up the torch, I'll post an article to discuss for the next few weeks. A few of you posted your Sunday events last weekend. My Sunday was a carefree day of drinking beer on a beautiful beach, a relaxing treat about an hour away from where I am living. On the way home we saw a terrible accident; it had been a motorcycle and a car in a head on collision. There were three dead bodies, two stacked on top of each other, and a third sprawled out face down on the ground with rocks piled up all around him, presumably so cars would go around him. The car looked like a giant rock had been dropped from the sky onto the hood and windshield. Of course, when you see something like this at any time, it is tragic and moving. But this time it spun me into a very contemplative mood, which I am still in.
I've often contemplated what it means to die, but it has been very different from such an isolated context, isolated from my friends and family, I mean. Today, I read another W. Berry article, "Stand by Me." I'll let you draw your own conclusions....
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