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Date Posted: 21:40:04 01/26/02 Sat
Author: Longevity as a Sacrement Lion
Author Host/IP: qam1b-sif-86.monroeaccess.net / 12.27.214.87
Subject: Re: hmm... rebutted
In reply to: Sage 's message, "Re: hmm..." on 20:00:29 01/26/02 Sat

Ahh, my depressed and cynical friend, I have yet to hear anyone say, "I only want to live a short time," especially when facing life threatening diseases and situations. Not one of the young men I saw perish so uselessly in that Hell hole of a human cesspool that was the Viet Nam War willingly accepted a lifespan of only eighteen or nineteen years. They all wanted to survive. I can, and shall, never forget their valiant struggles for just one more breath. I hear those battles for life in my mind every day of my life still and I honor their desire to live. As I am sure you realize, I most often surpass your cycnicism, especially in areas having to do with affairs of the heart. I make you appear to be a veritable Polly Anna clone in many aspects. Despite that, I still contend that life is far too short.

I would gladly accept additional time to listen to a fledgling bird sing a song of hope as it perchs fearfully but excitedly upon a blossom-covered limb of a dogwood, crepe myrtle or wisteria, poised there on the soul-stirring threshold of unfettered soaring flight across, through and as a part of the spectacular azure blue skies that wrap the earth in the earth warming spring time we know in these southern United States. You would not hear me argue against more time to watch a butterfly flitter-flutter from one explosion of color on a blossoming azalea, camelia or mimosa to yet another gift of colorful wonder on a rose bush or a huddle of daisies run a'riot.

I would be glad, even overjoyed, to have extra days to simply sit and listen to the tinkling, joyous cacophony of small children at play. You would not hear me complain for a moment if I had extra time to hear the throat-caught breath of arousal issue forth from a responsive, vitally alive woman in my arms who so meaningfully validates my maleness by joyously and gleefully embracing her own female being.

Give me more seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years and decades in which to taste a well broiled steak or barbecued beef short ribs or simple hamburgers on the grill and a bowl of my own "killer" potato salad shared with people who mean the most to me and I won't waste a second by arguing against being granted the additional time. Just the few minutes required to savor the taste of chocolate pudding, white cake with dark chocolate frosting or a simple bag of M&Ms would be a gift of wonder for me if I could add them to my lifetime. I absolutely require more time to dine on a bowl of my own New Orleans style red beans and rice, "sweet potato delight" prepared the way my Aunt Marion used to make it, the tongue tickling tanginess of a bowl of chicken and sausage gumbo on a cold day with a slice of sweetened corn bread and the mind searing deliciousness of a vine ripened tomato from my own garden served with the juicy munchy-crunchiness of corn on the cob. There have to be extra days given to devote to experiencing the tongue tantalizing treat of speckled butterbeans with stewed okra on rice and my family's recipe for cornbread dressing. There just isn't enough time to do these things as often as I would wish. I want more - as many additional days as I can have.

Would I wish to use the time to suffer more of the slings and arrows of hurtful human relationships and know the bitter and heart deep grief of even more betrayal by one I trusted with my emotions, heart and soul? No. That would not be my wish and I have set what seems to me to be a successful course to prevent that ever happening to me again, but I also accept that this too is the price of simply taking a breath and living a life worth visiting, day by day, even for the all too short time allotted to each of us. Not even those moments of horror stricken realization of yet another disappointment can prevent me from making for myself the best possible life situation. I still have a few pleasured gasps to hear, I hope, and, in case I don't, I intend to savor every one of them I can know. They are a symphony of sweetness to savor much like the menu of edibles I outlined and the food for the soul of the daily images upon which I only briefly touched.

I want a lot more time to hear people laugh as the direct result of something I have said or done with the intent of gifting them with my own special my gift of hearty happiness laughter at simply being alive and seeing the irony of daily human life itself. I want additional time to know that something I have written moved the heart, soul or mind of another person, challenging him or her into seeing life as it can be and taking the courage to work to make it real for himself or herself and others.

Most of all, I would like beyond any pleasure I can name here enough time granted to me to once again share special moments with my best freind in life and hear him brightly say, "Howya doing, Pop?" These days, simply hearing him respond to a question from me with a typical, youthful, "Whatever" response would be a heaven sent cantata of caring.

It's a wondrerful thing you have done by visiting these pages again, Eyechat. We are really happy you did. So put that in your poke and smipe it.

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