Life is the Suspension of Death

RE: Resolving my last incomplete thought of the last blog, ''Life is the suspension of Death; death is the end of the Beginning of Birth'' it is an impermanent continuum even one minute ago has joined eternal Past = death, the Past really is Death visualised while alive... just Yesterday is there with the dinosaurs equally irretrievable,

NOW IS ALWAYS THE END OF TIME, only the future unfolds, in the present; the past is a Concertina... compressed tightly over time passing

No Wonder People Cry hard when they remember the 'Deep Past' the older you get the deeper it goes into the bottomless Artesian well of the Soul, 

so be very careful with NOW it is that part of the roadwheel that touches the ground as it goes around... Nothing is Still, life is a wash spin cycle that ends in torn rags and broken Burnt Bodies, in the Crematorium the skull is usually quite intact, along with other big bones, but they get some uneducated failure who can't find a Career to SMASH the bones of the ones you have loved... with a HAMMER, I don't agree with it, but I respectfully Submit to it...

Yes; I do have a Salamander... of my own:

Remember this, from a new Angle of observation

Boos Bum always in shot...

no she is not my G'Friend just an old BAG LADY...
Too Stoned to Drone today... too hot too Many Trippers I need solitude to think clearly away from the Madding Crowds of Distraction who invoke your personal emotions for petty insignificant reasons, but with great anger and much ignorance...