He says he wants to live forever, 
just change outfits in a whimsical 

wish for immortality, perhaps a new 
pair of running shoes to accompany 

him on the trip. Wisdom smiles know-
ingly and accepts death and the resur-

rection of the body to the glory of 
being dust for him — living, breath-

ing Love infused dust, earth, humus 
that Wisdom can kick up in celebration 

and the runner can run through and Wisdom 
can cradle and soften the step as the runner 

wishfully imagines moving immortally 
in his new trail shoes up and down and 

round and round, out the door, up the 
street and onto the trail before dinner.