I’ve been thinking about how and why we bury our dead. In all movies and books they show people gathering around a hole in the ground. In this hole lays a corpse. Next to it is a mound of dirt waiting to fill the hole. Once every one gathered around has shown some sort of respect we then fill the hole. As if the main reason why we bury them is to show respect, and love. I think all of these reasons are secondary to our own health and survival.
The original reason was quite simple and more self serving. We simply have to. If not, they will rot, smell bad, carry diseases, and kill us.
It reminded me of cat poop. Have you ever seen a cat if they smell something bad or they just barfed on your brand new rug. They will smell it and then try to cover it up with dirt or imaginary dirt.
Our dead are this poop that we are trying to cover up instinctively for our own survival.
By the way, I did the drawing with IPad Pro. I’m still learning how to use it.🙂
This makes you think a little.
I’m not so sure we’re that disconnected from each other.
I just received my macro lens for my Note 4 smartphone and I found this pretty little thing.
Every year my mom and I bring people to India. This is Varanasi. We’re on our way to see the Ayurvedic doctor.
Varanasi is a holly city right on the Ganges (Ganga) river. Shiva is the main deity. There is one temple right on the river where they cremate bodies 24 hours a day.
It’s an amazing ritual that has gone on for more than 3000 years.
The Buddha gave his first sermon near there in Sarnath which is about 20 minutes from Varanasi.
Jenn in French quarter New Orleans.
I love that place!
It was such a blast to be out in nature.
It is surreal to be out of saint Louis. The sounds and images bombarding my brain are confusing at times. I forget how quickly one gets used to his surroundings and think that this is the whole world.
I love thinking and dreaming but nothing compares to actually physically moving your ass somewhere else.
I’m at Newark airport with friends on the way to Delhi, and then Varanasi. These are cities in India. India is a country that the people of a small island called England invaded a while back.
They left eventually because of this one man that managed to outwit them by beating them at their own game.
Newark isn’t that bad. I guess I was expecting worse since my mom complained after she had to take a bus to go from one terminal to the next.
I’m sitting at a very modern café where you can charge your phone, order a plethora of food and drinks and even pay from a touch screen in front of me.
I had a dessert and coffee.
The next leg of the trip will last 14 hours. Yikes.
That’s all for now.
Will write later.