Prairie Years #247107

As for me, I think I could care above all things to have my life absorbed by human beings-just to give as much as I have to people. I believe that they are as willing and eager to absorb one's life as lawns are, or kettles or hats. I conceive of it as terrible to lie at the end of the world on one's death bed, and look back only upon rows and rows of shining kettles or "good investments" or medicine bottles, emptied in the interests of one's "health." I have that sinking feeling when I think of it. Such things seem to me so pitifully futile, but there is more comfort in the thought of life being absorbed by life again. So I should prefer to give what I have to human beings, since give it somewhere we all must.