Thirty thousand years ago a group of aging primates sat around a fire one night. There were three Homo Sapiens and a Neanderthal. The young ones were asleep. The area wouldn’t be called France for a long time.
Three of them were mourning the loss of an old friend. They didn’t speak English, but basically it was, “She’s gone to a better place “
One of the Homo Sapiens, the one who looked a lot like you, didn’t say anything. This one just nodded, not wanting to spoil things for the others.
And thought without speaking, “It’s not totally certain anyway, right?”
About Ron Goetz
My first wife used to say, "There's nothing so sacred that Ron won't pick it apart." My desire to be a pastor -- that was a temperamental mismatch. She was so patient.
If my birth mother had lived somewhere else, maybe I would've become a cold case detective. But I would have had to be J instead of a P, I think.
And that mid-life reevaluation, starting adolescence as a GARB fundamentalist and transitioning to a non-theist, that gave me an unusual skill set.
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