Henrymakow.com — Sept 18, 2021
When I’m about to meet my Maker, I will thank Him for a seat at the table of life. “It’s been a blast!” Life is a miracle.
All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages. — William Shakespeare
Seeing Death in a Positive Light – (Revised from March 2015)
By Henry Makow Ph.D
After a friend died prematurely, my wife insisted I get an electrocardiogram (EKG.)
My wife is a vicarious hypochondriac.
She imagines I’m sick.
Her self-help book would be called, “The Way of the Worrier.”
She listens to “Doctor Radio.” The Canadian Diabetes Association is on her Twitter feed.
I am psychosomatic. This is a bad combination.
After the EKG, I felt aches in the heart area for a week.
I am accustomed to a life of ease. Always in excellent health, the slightest physical discomfort causes alarm.
In a bake shop, I felt the aches and had to sit down. A kindly young woman asked me if I was alright.
I felt like an old codger, which I guess I am, even though my self-image is still that of a precocious young man.
I made a Will, (because my friend stupidly failed to make one.)
I started to contemplate death.
EPHEMERALITY