And this one then, what a way to go! We are all gonna die. I imagine death came not as silent and on such soft feet back in the day. It was bloodier, louder, galloping through the wilderness and ending with snapped bones. But at least this man had a full life, he is a grown man. The way he is pierced looks like a sacrifice.
I think of death some times. Not that I am suicidal, or that old or even sick. Just that the mind gently touches the subject before dancing off again. It’s there, like a hot flame that you know with certainty will one day swallow you.