Buddhists of certain traditions are encouraged to sit in their local charnel ground as a way of deepening their understanding of the impermanence of form.
Alby is forever bringing us “presents”. Some of them we manage to save, some of them we don’t. This little soul passed away on the window ledge of my office and rather than clearing away his body I decided to leave it there as decomposure, hungry insects, and the weather took their toll.
It has been a daily reminder of how everything is constantly changing, nothing is permanent, and being here to see all of this happening is a miracle that we do well to appreciate.
The Obvious? 
The only constants are change and entropy.
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