I have no objections to writing or speaking about a subject for which nothing can be said with any certainty. Such is the gift of language that we can lean into a subject, brailling our way toward knowing. At the same time, it is good to pause from time to time and let silence permeate one's consciousness. Silence seems to me the most sensitive response to the fact of death. Silence is not evidence of defeat or resignation, but of acknowledging the great mystery that is life-and-death.
wordlessly drifting off
my death poem