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Imagine for a moment that you have been given a mere 2 hours more to live, and that the last few opportunities afforded to you [during that remaining time] stray but a little from the ’absentLY-animated existence’ humans encounter on any of the ordinary day-to-day yields.

….SO NO!…..you don’t have time for another snack at Dairy Queen*^$^*

….moving on fucker…..

Lying there alone [or not] what ‘epitomized chaos’ would suddenly begin to inflict its eternal maelstrom upon your conscience?

Will you succumb to the immortality of sorrow and pity * or * extoll at your triumphs, knowing you fulfilled a majority of your dreams?

…WILL you be happy….SATISFIED with the legacy you shall soon be abandoning……..

…Or will your cow-cow eyes swell with tears as you finally discover that the life, as it had existed before your death sentence, ventured upon forsaken?

Another day I may delve deep into the philosophy of time, but until then…….remember that THIS is your life and it is ending with each passing stroke.

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Though I couldn’t get comfortable on the hospital bed, the night staff made their first and last effort at obliging me……w/ pillows.

Sitting there alone, within the dead lights, the only sensation I experienced was saturated in ‘majestic darkness’, which gradually crept over my being.

No soothing voice to ease your passing….

No reAssurance that all is well……..

No comforts beyond the blessing of each successive breathe.

Confusion overcomes me……

No answer….

Nothing makes sense…..

Your body confused….

Your mind confused…..

Your heart is losing its nerve.

But just then……it hits me like Pecan Pie truck……

“I have no fear of death and the ‘unknown beyond’, nonetheless, I cannot shake the aching fear of being utterly alone in this strange place!”

I must face my fear.

I shall let it consume me, only to understand it.

I must rise above it and conquer it.

I must spread its ashes into the whirlwind of destiny, in hopes that it shall never return.

Fear is the mind-killer……

And a strong FEAR it is.

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One rarely fathoms the TIME they have been given, until that time has been revoked unconditionally.

Will you get the second chance I did?

…..scratch that last one, wagering on life is a DUPES sport…..unless you have those batteries to the last remaining clock.