Well. I think think today of small deaths. Little things throughout life that lead to endings. Building up. Nearly unnoticed. No attention paid. Just a building of incidents and occurrences. Little bits of our selves cast off with these things. Small deaths inside. Until too late the whole has died. We did not even realize the empty husk that remained contained no life. How do we stop these things? How can we resurrect those parts of ourselves? Do we want to?