[Seasons: Autumn III]
We hold a tremendous amount of assumptions about death, and it seems that autumn challenges most of them.
Death is final. Actually, death is the the interim before the bursting of new life.
Death is ugly. Not so, if you’ve ever watched a deciduous tree show off its colors before leaves die and fall to the earth.
Death is scary. Winter can be scary; preparation is the antidote, and Autumn is the season for prepping.
Death is private. Autumn reminds us that the ending of life can be a time of celebration.
Death is meaningless. Without it there would be no new life, as Autumn tells us.
Death is the end. Autumn is part of a cycle of death/resurrection.
Death is gross. Gross is often the consequence of ignorance. Autumn is a great teacher, but it won’t force us to learn. What is natural is only gross until we become curious.
