A man was coming down the road driving a donkey piled high with firewood. In the distance the churchbells had begun. The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of the claims upon them. The world past, the world to come. Their common transiencies. Above all a knowing deep in the bone that beauty and loss are one.
by Cormac McCarthy
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In a scene from "Cities of the Plain" by Cormac McCarthy, a man travels down a road on a donkey laden with firewood, coinciding with the distant sound of church bells. The man's sly smile suggests a shared understanding between him and the observer, reflecting a deep connection that transcends age and the nature of life's claims. This moment speaks to the universal experiences of aging, youth, and the inherent justice found in those experiences, revealing a bond that resonates with both past and future.

The passage captures the essence of human transience, highlighting the interplay between beauty and loss. There is a profound awareness, almost instinctual, that these two elements are intertwined. The imagery evokes a timeless reflection on existence, suggesting that to appreciate beauty is to simultaneously recognize and confront the inevitability of loss. This shared knowledge, grounded in the human experience, resonates throughout their lives, linking their individual narratives to the broader tapestry of life.

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