Living Death

Death is the miracle.
A human's body is designed to survive against the stiffest odds,  his cells to repair and regenerate themselves.
 

 His body merges effortlessly into its surroundings for protection,  and the very atmosphere, the air, is food to his cells. It takes the most extreme kind of violence to kill us, and of course old age. It is not life that is miraculous, it is death.
-Mamo
An excerpt from Helen Habila's Measuring Time.