Brock and I just got back from a walk in the cemetery. I
noted that the graves were all lined up in a straight row. Maybe that is why
the heart monitor shows a straight line when a heart stops beating. It occurs
to me that I am destined to lain out, flat and still, in a straight row. That
is death. Some people suggest we live that way. And some folks do. But since I
will have forever to lay flat and still in a straight row I prefer to live with
a few zigs and zags and curves and swirls. I choose to do a few things contrary
to the norm and explore things out of the ordinary. I want to take a few risks
and sometimes just land wherever the wind takes me. I might die sideways or
upside down. But so what? There will be someone there to pick me up and lay me
out in a straight row.
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