Death

It's a shopping mall exit, that we think is a short-cut. A side-door we have passed a thousand times becomes a threshold. Persons can abruptly disappear, then the Universe has to put them together again from the smithereens of minor sins. In our heart of hearts we see our end as an empty shopping cart in a store on fire. The chipmunk in the backyard runs this way and that, but the hawk in a nearby tree knows that this day is in fact its last door.