PolyLvr
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Your thoughts, sir, come pretty close to mine. Obviously, you're a genius.Fearful person that I am, Death really doesn't bother me. I may not be in the perfect position in my life right now but if I were to die tomorrow, I don't think I could feel too bad about it. I don't want to sound like the typical arm chair philosopher, but it's really true that Death is nothing. Life is everything and the only sure thing, tangibly speaking. I mean, we control our lives, but not our deaths, so we may as well make the best of it. The only advice I can give to really get the most of it though is really just enjoy the small stuff. That's what's important: Sand between your toes, a good martini with jazz or a fine red wine with Italian food, a warm dog snuggled up on your lap, and the kinds of friends that you can sit for hours with and say nothing to and still not be bored. That's what life is and that's what's important. And, in all honesty, while not a religious person, I think that's what your reward will be on the other side, if you've earned it- all the stuff that you enjoyed the most and that meant the most to you. But, if not, then enjoy it while you're here.
I'll leave this with just two anecdotes, since I feel I'm already pushing the limit of some attention spans:
Last year when I was on the skids there was a certain night that I went to a local bar to hear my friend Joan play her guitar and sing. She's a fantastic musician and one of the best female vocalists I've ever heard, hands down (She tears up Crazy on You*). After it was over, Joan, our friend Brian (another aging musician and happy old hippie), and another friend Bill headed back to Brian's place where we rousted Brian's 19 year old son (an amazing guitarist in his own right) out of bed. We all played cards, drank some more, the others lit a few (not my cup of tea, so I had a Coke instead). By the end of 2 hours, Brian's son had pulled out an old 6-string and was picking idly. Suddenly, without any conscious awareness, we all just kind of joined in where we could- Brian on his piano, Joan singing, me adding harmonies, and Bill pounding a rhythm on the table. We ended up sitting around for hours playing old Zeppelin songs together and singing four-part harmonies on songs by The Band. Looking back, that's life to me. It's moments like that that just make you feel perfect and whole. I hope that's what's waiting on the other side when I go.
The other is just a blurb about Warren Zevon. When he was diagnosed with mesothelioma in 02, he was given just 3 months to live (he managed a full year, and one final album). Zevon had been a regular guest on the Late Show, and Letterman asked him to come on and fill a whole hour- it turned out to be his last public performance before his death. During the interview, Letterman asked some standard questions which Zevon answered with his usual dry wit. Finally, Letterman asked, "Is there anything that, given your current situation, you think you know about life that the average person doesn't?"
Zevon thought for a moment and replied, "No, not as such. Unless it's that I know how much you're supposed to just enjoy every sandwich."
That sums it up, friend. That's the secret.
Enjoy every sandwich.
Okay, this was rather long and pointless, but I'm feeling rather philosophical tonight I guess...

Seriously I enjoy reading your posts, no matter the subject.
ICT Shai and Raven brighten my days. I can't help but smile when I see their avis.
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