Sunday, October 30, 2011

Thousand: Five Hundred Forty-Seven

way, and the right touch with the good finger points the way back to what life ought to know from the get-go. But, c'mon, how can you forget to live? The heart remembers its business, doesn't it? Squeezing all that blood, sucking it in, squeezing it out. The lungs don't need a manual to learn the air game. So what's this about losing the will to live? It's complicated? The more complicated you are the more you got going that's going to go wrong. Sounds simple enough. We also learned how to water wine. Then step all over it.

2 comments:

Elisabeth said...

It's funny how our bodies know instinctively what to do until they break down. Wonderful words here, as ever, Glenn.

Glenn Ingersoll said...

Incredible the intelligence we really haven't figured out yet that carries us daily - and I do (just) mean the body.