An aging Methuselah.

If I were healthy. Physically. Mentally, too. I could stand living. As me. For a long, long time. Maybe 1,000 years. It would be fun. I could be happy. As long as I didn't have an  incapacitating physical ailment. Sure, I dream of being spirit. With no physical limitations. But I can tolerate physical existence.  There's something nice about it. When one is well. Physically. And mentally. Maybe even as an old man. If there really was a Methuselah. And he lived to 900 and something. Makes me wonder. What he looked like. At various ages. Could he have passed for a relative young 750 when he was 900? --Jim Broede