I Have Forgotten My Name
(a picture from meditations)

Somewhere, at this moment, a human life has ended. And, somewhere amidst the hectic rush of uninterrupted, unimportant lives, a promising soul is born. A replacement for the one we just lost, perhaps? I don't want to think about it. I am not as versed in eloquence as the tongues of those who philosophize with mortality. My lips speak only of eternity, and I taste the nectar of each syllable as they pour from where they came. Their unknown origins tremble beneath my skin; I can hear secrets under the breath of my own soul. I have forgotten my name. Today was ancient, and we lived a thousand lives in the midst of an hour. Death has come but once....tonight. Who will replace us?