Death – A Contract Signed at Birth

Corpse spotted at the top of the stairs in Alia. It was quite a distance from its nest. My guess is that the parents 'kamikaze-d' (suicide dive bombed) the chick coz it wasn't fit for living. 😦

Death is inevitable. What I saw today was proof. When you are born, you are meant to die. It is simply part of life. A Latin poem by Horace captures the essence of living,

Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi Don’t ask (it’s forbidden to know) what end
finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios the gods will grant to me or you, Leuconoe. Don’t play with Babylonian
temptaris numeros. ut melius, quidquid erit, pati. fortune-telling either. It is better to endure whatever will be.
seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam, Whether Jupiter has allotted to you many more winters or this final one
quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare which even now wears out the Tyrrhenian sea on the rocks placed opposite
Tyrrhenum: sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi — be wise, strain the wine, and scale back your long hopes
spem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit invida to a short period. While we speak, envious time will have {already} fled
aetas: carpe diem quam minimum credula postero. Seize the day, trusting as little as possible in the next.

Source : Wikipedia

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