'One cannot speak anymore of being, one must speak only of mess.' - Samuel Beckett

Friday, July 08, 2005

All of us

Travelling through a graveyard a year or two ago I heard a chorus of birds gathering themselves to pull off across the globe, following gravitational instinct and the knowledge of genetic history. It struck me as I heard their polyphonic song how the utterence of all living things are one, even with a mouth full of noodles.