Prey Unceasingly

Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they're not out to get you, as they say...And just because you're not watching them doesn't mean they're not watching you.This is a beautiful and amazing video of an owl caught on camera just as he’s swooping down on his prey,It stirs up many responses in me all at once:Like how much fun it must be to fly, a thought I have at least once a day every day.And also...what amazing strong legs he has;and the glory of his plumage;and the intricate workings of those talons.I'm joking with the paranoid talk. The video doesn’t really make me feel hunted by anything: not illness, or bad luck, or even death.Anyway, death isn’t like this, as far as I can tell. Death is more of a subsiding. And whatever the agent of your death, in the movie of your life it’s the loss of oxygen that makes the projector stop. (I learned that by reading physician Sherwin Neuland’s oddly comforting book How We Die.)No, this creature’s slow-motion pounce doesn’t remind me of death at all, even though his landing spelled death for his meek victim. His flight, his pounce, his grace and energy remind me of life and all life’s beauty.[youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LA6XSrM0V_0]