OUR OLD CAT has been walking the halls at night, moaning, with open volume. I moan, in return, so Calvin knows I’m here, and sometimes he will come to me — usually not.
Back in 2004, I found an add for Siamese cats. When I arrived to look, one male and one female remained from the litter. I got them both. Calvin came from that pair. His litter-mate, Norah, died a year ago.
Calvin shows no signs of illness or pain. He’s just alone and old, and it seems as if his moans are calls for Norah.
Memories of those who were alive, are not dead, so long as someone lives to remember. Yet, where have those who have died gone..?
Let’s pretend to be Calvin, and imagine this way…
There is a “now”. We sense it — the presence of being alive, now.
At this moment, when Calvin is alive, he senses that Norah might be alive, also, except for earlier circumstances. Had those circumstances been different, Norah would still be alive, now.
This moment would be fuller than it is, in a real sense, if circumstances had been different.
That difference is real. Where did it go..?
Thwarticus 