They were flying through the blue of an afternoon sky. There were ten or maybe twelve of them. Canada geese beginning their journey home. Is Canada home? They are huge birds on land and in the sky they seem to sometimes falter. Clumsy, sometimes awkward. Will they make it?
I read about something call Posthumanism. Apparently some scientists are trying to do away with death. Eternal life. Here. On Earth. I thought about it. It didn’t take long. No. No thank you. I want to go. I want to die when my time comes. I want to close my eyes and never wake. I seek the nothing-ness, the light, the emptiness, the grace and the peace that cannot be found here. Not now, not ever. Let it be.
