"And I can hear naught but the music of eternity."
--epitaph, found in a local cemetery
I took a walk through one of the most beautiful cemeteries in my city, which dates back to the late 1800's. I knew it would bring me back to the one fundamental reality of this life, the only thing each of us knows for certain: one day, we will die. And I was thinking about this week's events and the comments and the ideas and the beliefs we all carry around with us, and I looked up, thinking that if stars could, they would laugh at our daily debates, our musings and our questions.
At the entrance to the cemetery there is a very large tree with an incredibly wide trunk. I went over and stood under it. I leaned my cheek against its bark and pressed my ear to it's skin. I could hear forever. It was vast and silent, the music of eternity.
I looked up and felt the red of the leaves cast a glow down on my face. And I looked down at what I could see of the tree's roots. It is amazing to me that the tree I see goes off in both directions. Sometimes, what lies beneath the ground spreads farther than anything that reaches towards the sun.