My views on life were clarified by a comedy article I read when I was about 15.
On one page was A Day In The Life Of A Bluebottle.
It was quite funny, involving getting the teenagers off the pile of faeces to go do some work etc.
The facing page was almost entirely blank.
It was A Day In The Life Of A Mayfly.
It read:
Born, Eat, Shag, Die.
It wasn't meant as a clever-clever statement, but it did have a profound effect on me.
And it was the beginning of the end for religion and me.
I respect other people's beliefs, although when they are forced on people, especially in the name of education I do get a little cross.
I loved Bri. I can't change my beliefs because she died, otherwise that would nullify all those others who have died in much, much harder circumstances. She went the way she would have chosen and it does sound as if she went softly and quietly.
Just because I don't think she is coming back, doesn't mean that I won't keep her alive in my thoughts. As Wolf said. So many Dwellars have big hearts.
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