How do you feel about death, your own, other peoples, in general?

[isis]

Am I ready? am I healed enough to do this with the precision and lack of trigger it deserves?

Perhaps there's only one way to find out!

I learned something recently: Despite that I've convinced myself that Death is this beautiful thing, a beginning, something that's meant to be celebrated, it still has the power to make me mourn. There was an injured white ibis on the lake shore not too long ago. I was keeping an eye on it periodically thru the window, and when the sun was about to completely set, it started struggling to make its way to the water. When it got to the water, it went in...and then it went under...and then it never came up. To my surprise, I started bawling my eyes out as if I had just lost a best friend.