Thoughts upon reflection...

A friendly Japanese tourist -- a picture postcard -- and an office window.

Perhaps everything we see is simply a reflection of another world.

In that case where do we go when we die? Will the window break as we pass through? Or will it simply encompass us: a protective shield for the journey ahead.

And will all my friends and family be there? All my long lost pets...? Will broken hearts repair themselves?

Or is the earth waiting for us? Is Earth waiting for us? The growing changing organism of which we are an infinitesimal part...

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