White went whitePerhaps there is meaningfulness in the meaningless, perhaps.

This is the way: serve a just cause by just means.

Below, a story…

I saw the picture of a mother holding her tiny baby the other day.

The pretty baby was warmly wrapped between his mother’s arms and chest,

Around the pretty baby, an elegant white sheet.

There was something soothing in the tight embrace she gave him,that pretty baby.

White went white through my brain when I realized that the pretty baby was no longer breathing, thus no longer bearing witness to the realm of the living.

He slept away the pretty baby, he slept away and that tight, tight embrace was a goodbye from a mother to her little innocent baby.

Now I am no mother myself, but that picture moved me, it moved me centuries and galaxies away.

And then I saw a tiny black dot on the luminous white shroud.

It was a fly and I imagined because that’s what humans do, they imagine things…

Imagined that woman, that mother’s instant thought and plea at the vision of that fly:

[Go fly, go away

You’re not welcome here fly,

Go away

Go sit on someone else’s face

Leave the child be, leave the child be He’s not breathing fly, I am not leaving fly, So take your wings and your legs and leave Stick like glue on someone else’s face

Someone with bright lips and full cheeks

Someone with a full stomach-And an empty heart

Leave fly leave,

Let us bury the child, let us be fly,

Let us be]

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