Few places better illustrate the circle of life than the barnyard of a CSI where the murder of a chicken gets a full scale death investigation, and the battle between sheepdog and coyote is neverending.
"We begin to live when we have conceived life as a tragedy." W.B. Yeats
You cannot truly appreciate Life until you've been up close and personal with Death. For much of my police career I worked as a crime scene investigator in a large metropolitan city. Time in this job chisels away at your core, for you cannot wade through this amount of death without being changed. Rose-colored glasses are not part of the uniform. And if you're wise, you realize when it's time to stop carving. Put down the chisel. Set it down before you give in to the urge to hurl your truck keys onto the bloody pavement and walk away. Here in the twilight of my career, I have now moved on to a place in the sun, but years of brushing shoulders with Death has certainly changed my perspective on life.
"But she, and Death, acquainted —
Meet tranquilly, as friends —
Salute and pass, without a Hint —
And there, the matter ends —"
Like every day in the barnyard, every crime scene I walked into had a story, and it's not always the story I expected. Every morning, the moment your feet touch the ground, your story begins. Often you decide whether the tale is a comedy or a tragedy, for the story is simply in the perception. A comedy perceived, is a comedy achieved. In the end, I hope that something I have shared makes you laugh, makes you think, or makes you thankful for the gifts the Good Lord has given you.
"Life was a funny thing that occurred on the way to the grave."