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I'm committed. To sticking around.
Here’s the way I look at the undeniable fact. That I’m an
alive and thinking being. Makes me feel that everything is possible. Even an
afterlife. As a spirit. Or some other life form.
That’s no more preposterous. Than me being here. And able to fantasize.
About the possibility of a real afterlife. And wishing for it. Because I’m in
love. With life. And I don’t want to let go. I want to survive. One way or
another. So that I can remain in love. Forever. Of course, I could change my
mind. About wanting life and love forever. But for now. I’m committed. To
sticking around. Even after physical demise. Notice. I don’t call it death. The
word ‘demise’ seems more appropriate. --Jim Broede
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