The Fool, the Seer, the Apothecarist

The Fool, the Seer, the Apothecarist

Life begins when a baby draws its first breath. But such a notion is far too mundane, too mortal. It does not end when one takes its last. For me, my ending was just the beginning — it was the beginning after the end.  “Where does one meet their end?” you may ask. And there I say, the end exists within the ‘seed.’ Yes, buried beneath the soil of time, it contains life awaiting its crude judgment of death. To never begin life is to never live, th…