Pregnancy is the birth of myself. As long as we are born we grow we suffer from sickness, we age, and pass away. During this long but too short journey we glimpse eternal life flickering light which makes life endurable. The pain of creation the joy of creation. NAME AND BABY Name and baby are born.
Name lives longer than baby.
Climbing up a small hill always I find a graveyard surrounded by thick green woods. Flowers modestly but proudly console the dead. Approaching the tomb my joints ache. Fear gushes from my forehead. After all, I may need a religion.