Not much to this picture, just an elder plant that is drying up in the dank ally and the younger vibrant guy. Not sure what I’m getting at with the juxtaposition or why it really strikes a cord with me. Maybe it’s the looming fear that the life I’ve left behind, the one of this world, that is wilting away, is weighting on me. That what I’ve left has caused me to feel that what I have now is somehow less permanent (even when it is eternal).
The only problem with trying to identifying foreshadowing before the end of the show, is that you never know what was written in to mislead you. God is the author and perfector of my faith, and He alone knows my heart. I know I’ve chosen that which is wise and life giving, and have left death behind.