I just realized
that the Presidential theme song of “Hail To The Chief” degrades nicely into
Vader’s theme song of The Imperial March. 
Whistling both down downtown back alleys on the way to work this
morning, I found I could fluently transpose one into the other.

I had intended to
go to Dreamland (cemetery) yesterday to meditate after closing.  Instead, I landed in a bar and from there
visualized myself meditating in the cemetery. 
And I finally ‘saw’ all the bones.

Why do we bury
people lying down hands folded or with hands along their thighs?  Why not bury everyone facing and with their
right index finger pointing to the place on the horizon where the sun rises
upon the vernal equinox?  Bonehenge, I
say!   I know, I know, I know: repose.  Not pose. 
Repose.  But hey, the ancient Chinese
actually invented the compass and the art of fengshui in order to "(hinder
the) wind (and hoard the) water" and thus optimize “chi” (breath) around
the burial tomb.

As the Chinese Book of Burial  (where fengshui is first historically mentioned) reads:

The Dark Turtle hangs its head,

The Red Bird hovers in dance,

The Green Dragon coils sinuously,

The White Tiger crouches down.

What could be
simpler?!