Viking_Yearbook_68

Acarpet of ashes came up the hill to where he was standing, covering the greenness. As if it had been put there for him to make his grand exit on . Or entrance .. . whichever. And the man stood for a long time there on the hill and looked at the ashes. Then he turned about slowly. for his walk through the falling ashes had made him very tired . It had made him as weak as the sun on a foggy day. Without as much strength as a dead, brown leaf desperately clinging to its life source in autumn ... He turned and saw greenness. In the hills, and valleys, and the sea before him was greenness. And with tired eyes he surveyed that which was before him. He saw it and he drank it in and his eyes closed and he fell down on his face ... for all he saw was beyond his percep– tion . The ashes flew up from him when he fell. Like flies from meat left in the sun when you stamp. His two-dimensional sphere of aware– ness began to spiral away into non– awareness. The green blue, gold, kaleidoscope and his being merged into a brown un– consciousness. r