The other day, I watched my cat eat a bird she'd caught: "Wow!" I thought, "That bird didn't know it was in its last moments of life...until it was." And I wondered what the bird's experience was like, and how it might be the same or different from my own. I felt happy that at least the bird brought my cat some play in her instinctual self and filled her belly so its death was not a waste. And then I thanked the beautiful bird for it's role in the cycle - The Way.
Then I thought about my own role in The Way, and wondered how many days I had left : 284, but that was two days ago...
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