tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post1019341633395549062..comments2024-03-26T05:20:10.232-04:00Comments on Between the By-Road and the Main Road: #SOL16: TemporaryMary Ann Reillyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-91847547176355786232016-04-30T10:43:04.308-04:002016-04-30T10:43:04.308-04:00Dear Bryan (and Megan, and more),
Such kind, cari...Dear Bryan (and Megan, and more),<br /><br />Such kind, caring words. Thank you for bearing witness. It means more than I can say.<br /><br />Mary AnnMary Ann Reillyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14349201167828984708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2899447029099688486.post-81487772334056345072016-04-29T17:24:00.150-04:002016-04-29T17:24:00.150-04:00Hi Mary Ann,
This idea of time and space and gri...Hi Mary Ann, <br /><br />This idea of time and space and grief reminds me of a piece of Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five: <br /><br />"The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed,Bryan Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00008448359054668384noreply@blogger.com