Look to the platform on which you stand. 

It is called The Present

and comprises what has gone before.

It allows you a squeamishness about death

which your forebears never knew. 

For they lived and died together;

the old, the young,

the sick, the strong;

the flesh of the dead flensed

by time and bird and beast;

their spirits at one with the ancestors

and those of the beasts and the trees

and the earth and the seas;

their bones cherished by the living

as though they still lived.

Look to the platform on which you stand –

and see.