I often think about this poem by William Stafford called "Travelling through the Dark"
Traveling through the dark I found a deer
dead on the edge of the Wilson River road.
It is usually best to roll them into the canyon:
that road is narrow; to swerve might make more dead.
By glow of the tail-light I stumbled back of the car
and stood by the heap, a doe, a recent killing;
she had stiffened already, almost cold.
I dragged her off; she was large in the belly.
My fingers touching her side brought me the reason—
her side was warm; her fawn lay there waiting,
alive, still, never to be born.
Beside that mountain road I hesitated.
The car aimed ahead its lowered parking lights;
under the hood purred the steady engine.
I stood in the glare of the warm exhaust turning red;
around our group I could hear the wilderness listen.
I thought hard for us all—my only swerving—,
then pushed her over the edge into the river.
I am no longer young enough to still have all the world ahead of me, nor am I old enough to be settled into a familiar rhythm until I die. What a strange time.
@:ihavenomouth: I just assumed he faded away with the other YouTube atheism channels but i guess his science vids have kept him going. I can't imagine how smug he has become now.
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