The Worst Part Of Holding

It's The Choosing That's Important, Isn't It?

Now He Saw Another Elephant Emerge From The Place Where It Had Stood Hidden In The Trees. Very Slowly It Walked To The Mutilated Body And Looked Down. With Its Sinuous Trunk It Struck The Huge Corpse; Then It Reached Up, Broke Some Leafy Branches With A Snap, And Draped Them Over The Mass Of Torn Thick Flesh. Finally It Tilted Its Massive Head, Raised Its Trunk, And Roared Into The Empty Landscape.

I Have Been Fortunate. I Have Done So Many Things And Enjoyed So Many Things And Had Such A Great Life, Not To Imply That It Is Ending, But That There Aren't Many Things That I Feel I Have Left Undone.

And It Was Lonely, To Yearn, All Alone.

Sometimes I Wish They'd Ask For My Wisdom More Often - There Are So Many Things I Could Tell Them; Things I Wish They Would Change. But They Don't Want Change. Life Here Is So Orderly, So Predictable - So Painless. It's What They've Chosen.