THE INTERFACE BETWEEN LIFE AND DEATH

To prepare for the inevitable death of the body, and at once seek life to the fullest is where I am. This is an amazing, informative challenge, to do both simultaneously.

The question arises, am I really facing death in a realistic way? Not always. It requires concentration and deep thought that part of me wants to avoid while I run toward life. So, it is a come and go experience to be in this interface and experience it honestly.

Surprisingly, and somewhat anomalously, much is to be gained from honest confrontation with impending death, even when you are not sure death is just around the corner. It is not easy to honestly do this. It is easy to fool ourselves into believing we are doing it.

My right hand clings to life. My left hand reaches for death. I remind myself that I am thinking of death of the body, not “my death”. Is that honest? I think so, due to my conviction that I am an eternal spirit.

Does that remembered conviction deflect a direct confrontation with death?

Time out to eat and think.

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Post pizza.

Why am I thinking about death? Eighty-seven years old, 2024 was my toughest year physically. Fall down dizziness of uncertain origin, perhaps associated with a couple of TMIs, no permanent damage. Perhaps inner ear complications from gulf water remaining after a swim. Don’t know, who cares.