Two of my acquaintances passed away suddenly last week.
I was not close to either one of them but one of them had
children who were close to my children growing up. This
was when our neighborhood was like a village.
This woman had become increasingly strange in the last few
years. She refused to use her air conditioning and her
heat. She ate only tasteless foods and took great pleasure
in mortifying the flesh.
It made me realize the brevity of life once again and to
be determined to enjoy the everydayness of it. Simple
pleasures are abundant and the big ones are always welcome.
I fail to see the pleasure of asceticism.
She was very sick.