I learned yesterday from Lindsey about Marlene's dying. A parallel poignancy arose in two moments. Just a few minutes beforehand I had paused on a hike beside a fallen burnt tree. They have been a symbol of impermanence for me for years now following that Colorado "trip" and my recognition of myself as the same physical properties of all my surroundings, on my way to decay just like the burnt out tree. I have a small piece I took from it beside me as I write this. Then there was my reading of "the Daily Buddhist" entry for yesterday - "In sleep, each breath departs and is again drawn in; How wondrous that we wake up living still!". Our connections to one another can recognize these moments as aligned, while our logic considers them coincide. At a minimum they're both.