While I am dying.

I'm good at helping other people die. For them to learn. To accept their deaths.  It's a little more difficult for me to accept my own death. Because I have this insatiable yearning. To live forever.  Not as a physical being. But as a spirit. Unshackled from the physical. Able to soar. Into the great beyond.  To reach other worlds. Other dimensions.  Allowing my imagination free rein.  That's the way the creator should have designed life.  Nothing more beautiful than exploring the endless cosmos. That would put me on equal footing with the creator.  Maybe that won't ever happen. But still, I have the option to dream. While I am dying. --Jim Broede