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The rumor that one begins to worry when they get old that if their friends keep dying, there will be no one to remember the world they grew up in. Could that be because the "world" they grew up in never existed?
The only translation of the Tibetan Book of the Dead I read and contemplated was by Evans-Wentz. Just reading it astounded me to think that such a thing could be so. It certainly wasn't in the world I grew up in. But, I consider it probably now, much less possible.
The weird stuff the people around me believe as part of their Christian religion makes the Tibetan beliefs quite plausible by comparison. They don't question it as being a little or a lot over the top.
When I was in my twenties, thirties and forties I had to make special arrangements to get the books I needed to follow the ideas other books introduced me to. I traveled all over the country to look at the books I had been led to believe would help me to understand life. For some reason I've never actually wanted to do anything about the world being the way it is, however that is, I just wanted to understand.
Then, in my fifties, the World Wide Web came into being, and I soon realized that I would never have to leave my room to not only find the information I seek, but I could see the world from a bird's eye point of view with software programs like Google Earth. I've seen enough of the real world to believe what I haven't actually seen is probably just what it seems like to most people.
I've had a headache and some stomach problems for about three days now. It's just crossed my mind that I might be coming down with the flu. I don't remember these types of things unless they're in process. I had a flu shot last year and a pneumonia shot in the last six months. Maybe I got the swine flu and won't die from it. Just get sick and hover near death for months, then enter a coma, be put on life support, and stay in suspended animation for decades until the Singularity Kurzwell writes about happens and then I'll live forever:
http://www.kurzweilai.net/meme/frame.html?m=5
Or, maybe not. I don't understand why anyone would wanna live forever. Ten years after the Declaration of Independence the average life expectancy in the United States of America was 25 years old. I'm 45 years older than that.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
