posted on Aug, 20 2010 @ 06:10 PM
Originally posted by Arkady
When I read this I was overwhelmed by a strange feeling that somehow this man is incredibly important to all of us.
He lives close to the land, know's the ebb and flow of birth, life and death and of Earth and her rhythms, better than he knows his own face.
We cannot know his path to isolation, the passing away of his clan members, his loved ones, the people of his blood, those with whom he shared joy and
hardships, his memories.
We don't know how many he has buried. He is probably concerned about who will bury him, carry out the clan rituals for him, that he may pass on to
the afterlife of his understanding.
Perhaps he has hope that some clan member who went out into the world will return. Or perhaps he is the last of his kin and his heart is heavy as he
knows, when he goes, an entire human strand, gone.