I guess I’m scaring a

October 01, 2002

I guess I’m scaring a few people. All this talk about death and mortality can come across like a flying brick at times. You can’t feel the subtleties until the stinging has stopped. A friend pointed out that if he guaranteed me life after death I might go out and do something stupid. This made me think that the fear of death adds value to each day. Once again my weaknesses are my strengths. When you’re 16 and understand you will die one day it doesn’t change how you behave. Your fear only serves to inform your immortality. You are immortal because the predicted end seems far enough away that it might as well be forever. Time to steal your parents car and see how fast you can make it go backwards down railway tracks while steering with your bare feet. This makes sense if 70 years seems like an eternity. Later time will begin accelerating until it starts whipping past faster than the cigarette ads on the walls of the Indy Brickyard. Some go over the wall and into the crowd (especially those who are steering with their feet). There will be blaze of glory after blaze of glory for others to go out in along the way and you will start to feel that your long range predictions may have to be altered to suit your new concept of time. Don’t waste any. “Use it up. Use it all up. Don’t save a thing for later”. That’s all I’m saying. Straight to the punch line. All rewards all the time. If it is work it must be its own reward. Faster pussycat purr purr purr.