(image via flickr user ginparis2002)
Good Morning, SuperForest!!
I read this wildly adorable blog post on Greg Knauss’ “An Entirely Other Day” and thought immediately of sharing it with you. “Birdhouse for Your Soul” reads kind of like a eulogy; a eulogy for somebody he barely even knew. And though this might sound a bit sad, upon reading it I found that it shows us how even the briefest amount of contact with another being has the power to have a profound impact on your life. And in Knauss’ case, it even led him to a place of gratitude, one in which I found myself subconsciously nodding my head to.
Here’s the meat and potatoes of what he wrote, you’ll probably appreciate it more if you read the entire thing, but for those on a time crunch, I’ll post a block quote.
And that’s why I love the Internet. That small obituary — hosted on some cheesy advertising circular’s Web site, last modified in January 2001 — has sat out there, patiently waiting for someone to need it. Nearly ten years on, an idle curiosity prompted by some fleeting serendipity instantly brings it to me, and suddenly I know something I didn’t — something I should have no way of knowing, given time and distance — and I’m mourning a man who improved my life every time I looked out the window.
Our lives are being documented, in ways large and small and trivial and important, and it will all be waiting out there for anybody who has the inclination to find it. People rightly worry about the implications of all this — about what it means for privacy and for history — but right now, remembering Art and the birdhouse and what it was like to be part of a young couple on vacation in a strange and dangerous land, I can only be glad for it, thankful even, and hope that someday, someone will find this tiny story — last modified in November 2009 — and think fondly of me.
Read the entire story here! It’s like a glass of sweet warm tea on a cloudy afternoon…simply perfect.
Love to all.
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