Death is all pervasive. It rides the warmth of every ray of light. It fills the air of the sea breeze. It is the darkness that creates the shadows. It is the source of our dreams and fears.
Heimlich knew.
We choke back the nasty thought that maybe we are already dead. We clutch the remote control like a monkey clings to a tree branch; certain, unaware, and desperate. Thank goodness our "Friends" are there for us. A few presses of the buttons and we are safely among competent doctors in the "ER". We are better seated than those centre squares.
For Heisenberg, it was a certainty.
You can know where you are, but never how fast you are moving. You can fathom your speed, and be fated to ignorance as to where the HELL you are. The road trip of our existence has no GPS. We know the roads, highways and bi-ways, but what of the on ramps and off ramps? Is love merely a Tim Horton's Truck stop along the way? Does Family merely mean another reason to stop for ice cream? Do we sound stupid when we continually say, "are we there, yet"?
At least I know exactly who and what I am DOING and NOT doing... most of the time
DaBuoy
