My husband has put up a really good post on his blog which I want to take a moment here to divert you to if you’ve not already seen it.  It looks at the art work ‘Dead Dad’.  Have you seen it before?  When we saw it a few years back it was one of those rare profound moments when a piece of art really speaks to you and moves you.  It was quite devastating.  Confrontation with death and pain, mixed in with a reflection on our transcendental state.  I look at my hand and think that it’s ultimately an animated lump of meat, and then wonder what it means for me to be alive.  And what it will mean to be dead.

Anyway, read The State That I Am In’s post, he says it far better.