Date: Mon, 25 Aug 2003 14:28:37 -0500
From: allen scult <allen.scult-AT-drake.edu>
Subject: Being Toward Death


What is it that is coming to an end, drawing to a close,
that I am primed to fear?  Not fear really, but dread.
Haven't I had enough?  More than enough!
Is it experiences I long for?
Experiences which
never come as longed for anyway?
There is hardly a resemblence!
Is it simply the dread of NOT being (alive)?
I really think that's it.
But what is it I dread about not being?
Whatever it is, it depresses me,
this thought of not being.
A thought no one knows how to think.
The conventional hoo-doo is basically worthless.
It's simply  the thought of it,
the totally useless, almost impossible to think
thought of it!

Regards.

Allen


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