An odd beginning

Since I've been participating in the Book Beginnings on Fridays, I've become more aware of my reactions to the various beginnings.  This beginning of an excerpt really grabbed me.

The American Friends Service Committee sponsored a die-in at Chicago's Federal Plaza
on Sept. 21, 2007, to draw attention to the Iraqi victims of the Iraq War.

THE ART OF DYING

I have been dead for a long time when I finally catch the delicate scent of my carnation – just a trace, just for a second. A pigeon coos as it struts along the edge of my sheet. Then a little girl – one of the children of the temporarily dead – starts giggling about something. Her clicking shoes skip through the odd labyrinth of flower-adorned bodies.

I'm not sure why I came to this demonstration.  I need to go grocery shopping and I have stacks of papers to grade.  What motivated me?  Guilt?  Yes, partly.  The belief I'm making a difference?  No.  I don't think so.  The hope that this theater of the absurd will help alleviate the suffering of the Iraqi people?  No, not really.  It's less noble, less clear.  I'm just trying to learn how to believe in something, how to see in the dark.

From Cabin Fever: A Suburban Father's Search for the Wild ~ by Tom Montgomery Fate, 2011.  (I found this excerpt on p. 42 of the July 2011 issue of Sojourners magazine.)