I was with my father when he died in 2000. He was in hospice care, heavily sedated, succumbing to pancreatic cancer.
There has not been a day since then, I guess, that I haven't thought about what it will be like to die.
I sometimes wonder, in fact, why I'm still alive. It sometimes feels akin to defying gravity.
3 comments:
Gadzooks, hanging out with the bats, man? Starting an Eeyore cult in the VDR? Should I send meals on wheels over?
Soartstar
In order for you to be here, imagine this:
Every one of your ancestors going back millions or billions of years had to live long enough to successfully mate---the humans, the pre-humans, all the way back to the amoeba.
All those generations of successful matings to produce one Mcarp.
And one John X, now that I think about it. But all that ends with us, because we're without replicants.
(SOMEBODY had to stop this insanity, right?)
John X
dont sad. all human in world will be die
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