And it's part of the way storytelling works
Your image of storytelling is around a campfire or around a fireplace, or maybe, you know, with a bedside lamp on
There's always a sense of a clearing of light and then just sort of darkness all around you
That's the nature of telling a story, that you're creating a little clearing
But then what happens at the end of life
In an ideal world, would be like what happens at the end of a book or a movie
That that story is wound up, that it has some meaningful conclusion
Fatally human
We hover in the world
Fatally someone
We flounder in the dark
Take hold of another
Go mad in a moment
The soil and the wonder
Sway to the terror
Nothing is simple
But sometimes things are good
Fatally human
Joy and dirt and blood
Take hold of another
Go mad in a moment
The soil and the sutures
Sway to the terror
All of the lifetimes calling
Blood on the floor and birds on the ceiling
Hopeless and selfless, hopeless and selfish
Dusting a lamp that cries in the darkness
That's that one point where we should be allowed to forgive things that need forgiving, to close things that need closing
Just to find a sense of authorship
And of course, what happens is the opposite, normally
That person becomes like a 'bit part', like a cameo
All of the lifetimes calling
Blood on the floor and birds on the ceiling
Hopeless and selfless, hopeless and selfish
Dusting a lamp that cries in the darkness
All of the lifetimes calling
Blood on the floor and birds on the ceiling
Hopeless and selfless, hopeless and selfish
Dusting a lamp that cries in the darkness
