As a Day Passes

As Days Passes On my way home after doing battle with Portuguese bureaucracy which is something out of Kafka where laws oppose another and a simple process can go on for twenty year; there was a halt in the traffic. A funeral procession, somber faces, dark suits and white blouses under summer sun. And when traffic resumed people were driving slower than usual. Thought of the notable scientist who claimed that there was life after death. Of course he was vilified by other scientist as they are trained not to believe in what cannot be proven I´m cynical too his assertion but have lived long enough not to depreciate anyone´s opinions, only for the curious reason that the kingdom of souls must be a crowded place.