Heavy are the mountains.
A former colleague recently died. Larry Carley, originally from Florida, worked in my program during the late 90's, but returned to Florida after a few years because it better suited his family. He ran the ER during that time he was with us, and I saw him frequently, although we were not close friends. He was a very friendly and upbeat guy, very energetic, and intensely committed to 'doing the right thing'. Everyone liked him, and we were all unhappy to see him go. A few years ago he developed Parkinson's disease, which progressed rapidly, and late this July, suffered a subarachnoid hemorrhage, a type of stroke in which a burst blood vessel near the brain floods the area between the brain and its surrounding membranes with blood. He survived for about two weeks before dying. I think he was in his mid-50's.
Sky. Blue sky. Something visible, something invisible.
I've lost three colleagues to subarachnoid hemorrhage. One in his thirties, one in his forties, and now Larry. The most common cause of this problem is a 'berry' aneurysm, a rounded out-pouching of an artery. Many people are born with them. Most don't rupture. A few do. Sometimes the resulting bleeding only causes a headache. Sometimes it's immediately lethal. Not many things kill healthy young people, but a burst berry aneurysm is one of them. Many of us have these and are unaware of them. Most of us who have them will die of something else entirely, never knowing we had one. A few of us who have them will have strokes. Life is very uncertain that way.
A strange feeling.
My body seems as if it is melting.
I cannot see myself. My figure is fading away.
I am perhaps two-thirds of the way to my three-score and ten. I am walking through a desolate dry country, without trees or green plants, a landscape of cinder and ash. I have crested a hill some time ago, and am now on a steady downward path, into the darkness. I cannot see very far ahead. The sun is behind me, warm on my shoulders, and my long shadow is cast before me. The footing is uncertain, loose cinder and talus, and I must take care not to slip.
Who is this? This is me.
Who am I? What am I? What am I? What am I? What am I?
Heavy are the mountains.
meaning: city block, exact
丁寧 == teinei == civility
丁目 == choume == city block
|Once meant 'nail'. Idea of 'block' may have come from intresecting lines, as in 町. Henshall suggests taking it as a roman 'T', and as a mnemonic: 'Block is exact to a 'T'.'|