Monday, September 6, 2010

Morose

Forgive me while I wax morose. Don't read too much into it.

I have had several dreams in my lifetime where I died. I always have a moment to realize, "I am about to die." Once it was a tornado coming directly for me. Another time I was riding in a car that flew off a cliff. A recent one had me in an elevator that fell down the shaft unexpectedly. Every time, I close my eyes and say, "Well, that's all there is. I wonder if I was right about everything." That's it; that exact phrase, every single time.

If you came here to know me better than you did before, I'd like to think this was helpful.

2 comments:

Nancy said...

Hmm.
I'm thinking this post says you're realizing your mortality.

I wanted you to be immortal.

You so seem to be.

I guess nobody's perfect.

Hmm.

Know that I love you...

Nathaniel said...

Why is immortality perfection, Nancy? Who is it that decided in order to achieve perfection, one must achieve immortality?

John, I don't think anything you write could help me know you better than I did before.