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Dream of the Death of Iven B. Many years ago I lived in Davis, CA, in an old motor hotel near the railroad tracks. One night I awoke from a shocking dream about the death of a dear friend of our family. His death wasn't shocking, exactly, but I saw his life and death as a little sparkle, a brief glint of light in a vast, dark universe. In seeing his life that way, I saw all of our lives that way, as tiny sparks of light. This dream was for me the start of a different perspective on life, one in which I saw all our lives as brief, but incredibly valuable opportunities to do something for others, for the universe, maybe for god. But we don't have much time! signed, numbered in an edition of 50. Image size approx. 16" x 8". |
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