The Maladroit Teachings of the Human Skul

A cracked and empty skull makes a beautiful flower pot, desk tidy or paperweight. Place a nightlight in that osseus cave and it will become a small table lamp. Through the ages monks have harvested skulls; some sanctuaries and chapels are built on human bones and the skulls form their central alter. Mystics understand that this is the ultimate jaw-dropping sermon. The human skull reminds us that death leaves its own gravestones. We can grin back at that once visible face pondering its ever static tidings to wit, that this rattling boneyard dream simply must have its One Last Word.