Today Amy Winehouse died. Someone posted a joke about it. I was livid. How can one joke about death? Did no one think about the ones who loved her, how sad and distraught they are? That she will never breathe another breath or sing another note? That she will never wake up to see a new day?
Death has been removed from the fabric of our culture. We never see people die. Nobody thinks about the fact that each day might be their last. We care about ridiculous thing and make talk so small its practically microscopic.
I need to surrender and let the reality flow through me. Death is our forgotten master.
