From the series "One for the dirt"
It is funny how thoughts pull me like quicksand into the abyss, always circling back to the edge, then fall again and again. It all starts with death. In this very moment, there is someone crying, some poor creature dying, without ever deserving it. Some call it god, some call it accident or destiny or whatever. Truth is, from the very beginning of matter, matter only had itself to work with. To live and die with and then get born and die with and on and on.... This is a perpetual impulse that I feel from the core of my being to the core of the Earth, I am forever thankful for the honor to walk among trees