Over the past several years, I have been repeatedly surprised to find that something I might have imagined to be a vibrant and living thing can change suddenly – or, rather, be revealed – to be something altogether dead, despite popular opinion to the contrary.
I can think of many personal examples, beginning, perhaps, with one of the nicest and oldest apple trees in our small orchard. It had fruited up nicely early this summer, only to fail utterly in the last week. Another dead soldier, taken mysteriously, it would seem, in it’s prime.
I might, if I were as delusional as, say, many of our leaders appear to be, start pinning on plastic leaves and fruit to preserve the appearance of life, rather than to dig up the corpse and burn it. Continue reading