death (2 of 2) But, even broken, without spark or sound: there’s an essence in the absence. Each piece we see in this machinery, has got elbow grease, and its not just from me. It’s composed by those we know and some we don’t. And by connecting to those guys so far beyond our eyes; we could accept our demise without a fight. But, why? You You are not just a trunk and four doors You are more. You are not just a bucket of bolts from the store. You are more. So, when the car doesn’t start, remember, each part of its heart still can embark to far parts of our finite mind. In those moments, time is not in our mind; and speed limits aren’t more than the infinite we have. by: trevor currie all rights reserved