<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div dir="auto" style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div class="">Words From Kafka</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">Lady’s eyes opened to her shamed belief</div><div class="">she’d let me down she who very much the lady</div><div class="">she who for the first time shat the carpet</div><div class="">she who appeared to us to be pleading for release</div><div class="">she who we were pretty certain knew she was dying</div><div class="">she with no conceivable notion of what it all meant</div><div class="">she was love trust companion sad it was over</div><div class="">no notion of her life’s meaning and certainly no Kafka</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">All those shells those crustacean bodies swept up</div><div class="">on the shores of Bodega Bay they had gone along</div><div class="">with the flow without knowledge of any reason</div><div class="">they were done and fulfilled with their endings</div><div class="">And of beginnings does any wooly caterpillar</div><div class="">reflect: know for a mere instant of its impending</div><div class="">transition of metamorphosis? No Kafka here either</div><div class="">Nor can any Blake or Rilke angel fully fathom a reason</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">Having spent the greater portion of my reasoning age</div><div class="">dwelling upon the meaning of life and the fear of death</div><div class="">I discovered my self to be pleasantly serene as I lay dying</div><div class="">as my lungs filled with emboli and as my brain began to bleed</div><div class="">and again when that same brain went into electrical seizure</div><div class="">and even that sense of actually entering the realm of death</div><div class="">no white light no angel no fear of a heaven or a hell</div><div class="">merely the sense that all would be well that I might die</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class="">Or that if I lived I would follow advice and continue to age</div><div class="">gracefully though being anything but perfect I would stray</div><div class="">from the serenity known during those dying moments</div><div class="">The trick lies deep within the words of the aforementioned</div><div class="">Franz Kafka: <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <i class="">The meaning of life is that it ends</i></div><div class="">those of Kurt Vonnegut:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><i class="">…and so it goes</i></div><div class="">also Jesus Christ:<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> <span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span><i class="">It is consummated</i></div><div class=""><i class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span> Amen </i></div><div class=""><i class=""><br class=""></i></div><div class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>- Ed Coletti</div></div></body></html>