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Sat, 01 Nov 2003
"Death's Thunder Fills the Universe" - Bataille
Walking through the airport corridors toward the plane taking me to Sicily, I catch my breathe - a slight pause of my heart - as I look at the framed photographs of Southern Utah and remember Craig.
Taking off in snow, rising through low clouds, we quickly reach the sunny sky in our journey east. A white haze, above solid clouds, gradually thinning into blue - no clear line, from this perspective, between heaven and earth. I'm in heaven now, looking for my friend.
I'm being absorbed in the sun, in an immense solar flare pushing me past the edge of the earth, a radiance linking my short allocation of time with an unimaginable beyond. Eternity - Birth - Life - Death - Eternity. Within "Life" innumerable joys and sorrows. In "Eternity" all that we are or ever will be.
(The nachos served on the plane remind me of the ones we ate on the San Juan shuttle on my first kayaking trip with Craig.)
Death, something that happens to others, has happened to an "other", but another so close that is has happened to me - except the world still exists, whereas, when I die, all will be gone.