And I have been thinking about death and that word autopsy lately for some reason. Maybe it’s because that word autopsy of that phrase “And an autopsy will be performed to determine the cause of death” appears in the paper a lot for some reason. And no one knows the hour or their death do they. And know one can predict the day of their death can they? And who knows what tomorrow may bring for today thy soul may be required of thee. And has anyone ever talked to the dead, as the dead know nothing, do they? And there must be lot of more sayings about that word death. And so I start to think about autopsies and wondering for what reason are they performed and can one not have them performed on ones self when one passes away. Does a hospital or some bureaucratic state own an individuals soul in the end and can cut and carve a body up as if a second death. And who is immune from receiving one of these what seems like an invasion of the body practices when one passes. And I have heard autopsies are performed for the purposed of money maybe, for a beneficiary to receive a death certificate to receive some sort of insurance claim. And are there other reasons for these necro post mortem examinations and procedures on the dead? Does one have a right to refuse an autopsy? Are their some cultures and religions who do not take part on this procedure. Are there some alternatives to traditional burials with embalmings and the like, or is that a whole another blog posting. Can these autopsy things be discontinued, if possible. Are they really necessary? And who wants to be cut up when they die. Does Wikipedia, that internet bible dictionary have an answer for this. And what was life and death like before the invention of the autopsy. And what does that word mean anyway, auto psy, to spy one oneself? Are these all utopian like questions to be pondered or is another world possible. Peace on earth and goodwill to all mankind.
THE SUN AND WATER FALL IN LOVE TO THE TUNE OF BLUE DANUBE AND HAVE A
AFTER WATER EVAPORATES THE SUN IS LEFT TO RAISE WEATHER BY HERSELF.
SHE TRIES TO TEACH HER SON HOW TO–
1. WAKE THE WORMS IN THE SPRING WITH A GENTLE BREEZE
2. WATER THE PLANTS IN THE SUMMER WITH GENTLE RAIN
3. DIRECT THE BIRDS MIGRATION IN THE FALL WITH A GENTLE WIND
4. COOL THE BEAR IN THE WINTER FOR HIS HIBERNATION
ALL WITH DISASTROUS RESULTS……
NOBODY LIKES THE WEATHER…..
DESPITE HIS MOTHERS GOOD ADVICE WEATHER FALLS INTO BAD COMPANY WITH SOME FOUL WEATHER FRIENDS² AND CREATES FLOODS,DROUGHTS,HURRICANE,AND MELTS THE ICE CAPS.
AS A RESULT WEATHER GETS A BAD FLU….
AND THEN IS CURED BY THE LOVE OF AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION…..
HIS FOUL WEATHER FRIENDS GET ANGRY AND CALL IN A DRAGON TO TERRORIZE
WEATHER BATTLES THE DRAGON WITH HURRICANES AND TORNADOS AND THEN DISCOVERS THAT THE ONLY WAY TO DEFEAT THE DRAGON IS TO TICKLE IT TO DEATH.
AFTER THE DRAGON IS DEFEATED EVERYONE (THE WORMS,THE PLANTS.THE BIRDS.THE BEARS AND THE BAND) DANCE AROUND THE SUN GODDESS!
Those words above are from an email that a friend read to me over the telephone today that I thought sounded interesting enough to repost in my blogaholicness. As it sounds like it could be a children’s story. And it is. It is a synopsis of the play this year that is called ³All About The Weather², and it will be performed this year as part of the Rights Of Spring Puppet Pageant May 4th and May 10th at The Hastings On The Hudson and then at the Boathouse in Prospect Park. And that story above leaves me to wondering about life and death. Birth and rebirth, the cycle of life and change. And I found myself blah blogging a couple of days ago about the only thing constant is change. And Survival Equipment commented on that post, “Well there are two other constants I can think of….death and taxes!”. Now that’s interesting. And for some reason I do not like death sometimes, and yet it is a part of life. The passing of life and the cycle of birth and death. Everything happens for a reason and some stories do not end as you expect. Who knows the hour of their death and when their soul will be required of them. And can one count this day a blessing or a curse. And there must be a lot more sayings and philosophies to say about life, death, tragedies, sorrows, suffering. pain and joy, and those sayings are passing me now. And then I start to think about that verse in the Bible about “Babylon is fallen”, if one believes. And specifically those verses that say: “For in one hour so great riches is come to nought. And the voice of harpers, and musicians, and of pipers, and trumpeters, shall be heard no more at all in thee; and no craftsman, of whatsoever craft he be, shall be found any more in thee; and the sound of a millstone shall be heard no more at all in thee; And the light of a candle shall shine no more at all in thee; and the voice of the bridegroom and of the bride shall be heard no more at all in thee: for thy merchants were the great men of the earth; for by thy sorceries were all nations deceived. And in her was found the blood of prophets, and of saints, and of all that were slain upon the earth.”
And the above is a photo that reminds me of life and death, yin and yang. Have a great life, death and taxes day.