Ecstasy and Modern Life

I just can't get over Amy Winehouse's death. She's a part of me. She's a part of all of us that is splintered off from connection with the Divine. Distanced from the Divine by addictions. It points to a fundamental hole in many of us. I'm talking about something so basic, so intrinsic, it goes beyond culture, religious belief, Muggleness, Atheism, and modern living. Any one of us can become addicted. Forget our connection to the Divine. And die. A slow or fast death.

I"m feeling this one with a familar pain. This girl's death . . . she's a part of me. And you. There's a reason for her death. Awareness. On the part of all of us.

How alive do we want to be.

How dead.