Last night I only slept two hours, and got me to thinking... There have been three occasions in my life, that I recall, where I found myself in a spot/place that filled me with such an inner-peace that I said to myself, "I could die here." 1. 1985, unnamed prairie land in South Dakota: Fall was upon us with a brisk chill in the air, yet on this day the sun beamed down with exceptional brightness and warmth. I rode my bike through trails, under railway passes, and across an old cemetary to one of my favorite spots. The grasses were very tall after a long summer, and I proceeded to plop myself in a large patch that was starting to go brown. I lay there, surrounded by cruchy grasses, as if I was in a giant bird's nest. The cold air howled above me, yet as I lay outstretched with my eyes closed, the sun warmed me in a way I never felt before.... cold and warm at the same time, I savored every breath. I was just a kid, but realized at that moment was true peace felt like. I could have died... 2. 1997, Naritasan Shinshojii Temple, Japan: Visiting this temple complex is an experience hard to put into words. There was a small side-park within the complex that I wandered into. It was simple, balanced and lush with overhanging vines. One peculiar branch I saw was extremely long and twisted with no vegetation except at the very end. A friend found an inscription on a plaque that said this particular vine was cared for by the same monk for numerous decades. I laid down underneath a cascade of leafy vegetaion and said, "I could die here!" 3. 2003, Mount Batur, Bali, Indonesia: Married in Jakarta, we spent our honeymoon in Bali (who wouldn't?). While I was extremely bored and dissapointed with the touristy Kuta Beach area, venturing out further into Bali brought sights and experiences I could have never imagined. After reaching the top of Mount Batur, I was breathless as we stood atop and gazed downward towards the lake within the crater at the base of the mount. Alas, this is the last spot where I thought to myself, "I could die here..." There is a community of Trunyan villagers who reside on the opposite side of the lake. Unlike other Balinese, who cremate the dead, the Trunyan leave thier dead to decompose naturally at the base of certain trees - - you can view the bodies if you like - - and any smell of decay is indistinguishable due to properties of this particular species of tree (which for the life of me I cannot remember the name) So fellow monkeys, do you have any similar experiences? If so, please share your places; where to die!?
Curious George: Where to die?