Who Dare Stand on A Dead Mans Shoulders?

The Passing of Ted Kennedy, is the Passing of Every Man

Death, no matter how violent, how painful how wasteful or for that matter useful, the exhaustion as life wanes from the body itself is nothing short of indifference.  Although in the prime of life man thinks of his life as all powerful , should he reach the height of the Senate or just man with a tin cup  on the corner begging for a job to support his family, his  breath will only leave of its own accord.

When old people die, from weakened state of sickness with organs having been stretched to the limit in life as if the body were indestructible have their revenge be it but a fleeting one.  Yet the brain, the seat of the mind undergoing a violent socialism as the vital resources of the system demand all production in the name of the state, make his death bed behavior and the nature of this time a sad reflection considering a life of privilege or one with a hand stretched out.

So it is at this time that those with superstitions, religious crosses, or political aspirations show the cards of their tarot, some in fear others with something to profit from, as if dying, crossing over, were much more of a consequence to benefit from  than presenting useless words that gain nothing but raising the white flag of surrender to a power that knows no fear, that has no death, that embraces all and shows no forgiveness but is forgotten by the living until the time is right.

And so the solemn bystanders with tears, testimony and transcendence offer in silence and emotion their own respects others inveigh a conscious vanity, comic if it were not for the seriousness of the matter at hand with a comment such as:

“Ted Kennedy’s dream of quality health care for all Americans will be made real this year because of his leadership and his inspiration,” said House Speaker Nancy Pelosi in a statement.

The serious way in which the death of every man who for a time lays in state is watched by the living and how his body is treated at this time, though the soul departed, shows the inner character of the mortal man in attendance be it with love in their hearts or evil to gain, as if the life and sacrifice of it in the face of eternity  would give a damn for either.

In those who would carry on, in fleshy atomic cloths hoping to ring some amount of compensation and repayment as if life were to be forsaken, may find themselves in an exalted state over the lives of others or asleep in their cloths in the gutter, may they but melt into the earth only to be reborn to seek life with a soul that learns to find the infinite free nature of man to the sound of one hand clapping.