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I would dance the boogaloo in a pink tutu for a kernel of corn. Pathetic. It is yet another prayer God did not answer.
Why not let someone who is about to die do whatever the hell they want to? You want to hear Guns & Roses as you drift off, or the voices of your children? We make it happen. You want a bourbon with your last breakfast? We do that too. Make it a double. Why not? Really.
Music by the artist Jaspertine using my poem “O Cool Electric Blue” about the atomic bomb dropped on the Japanese city of Hiroshima by the US at 8:15 a.m. on August 6, 1945.
What does it mean to be really valuable to others? Does it mean creating something that has immediate market appeal? Is the measure of our value when we are lauded by our contemporaries and peers? If yes, then all of the unsung heroes whose remarkable ideas made modern life possible are abject failures.
Many years ago, long before I started the podcast and my apparent fascination with death, dying and the afterlife, I penned these lyrics describing my death wish.
What you see in the world around you is a reflection of who you are.
While I was in South America, people asked me about Donald Trump. “We don’t understand,” they would say frantically. “Why are the American people interested in this madman? How can you explain it to us in a way that makes sense?”
Jose heard the soft call of the night bird, mournful and low. “It is a sign.” Jose thought, so he was not afraid when he opened the door.
Lá fora, José ouviu p canto suave do pássaro da noite, triste e baixa. “É um sinal.” José pensou, e ainda assim ele não estava com medo quando abriu a porta.
The Kindest Gift
That you have already given me ~ a moment of your time. Thank you! I would be ever so grateful to hear from you. Please leave a comment below with your thoughts, perspectives, and opinions, with my thanks.