When I’m about to meet my Maker, I will thank Him for a seat at the table of life.\u00a0“It’s been a blast!” Life is a miracle.\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n 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.<\/em> — William Shakespeare\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n After a friend died prematurely, <\/strong>my wife insisted I get an electrocardiogram (EKG.)<\/p>\n My wife is a\u00a0vicarious\u00a0hypochondriac.<\/p>\n She imagines I’m sick.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n Her self-help book would be called,\u00a0“The Way of the Worrier.” <\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/em>She listens to “Doctor Radio.”<\/em>\u00a0\u00a0The Canadian Diabetes Association<\/em> is on her Twitter feed.<\/p>\n I am\u00a0psychosomatic. This is a bad combination.<\/p>\n After the EKG, I felt aches in the heart area for a week.<\/p>\n I am accustomed to a life of ease.\u00a0\u00a0Always in excellent health,\u00a0the slightest physical discomfort causes alarm.<\/p>\n In a bake shop, I felt the aches and had to sit down. A kindly young woman asked me if I was alright.<\/p>\n I felt like an old codger, which I guess I am, even though my self-image is still that of a precocious young man.<\/p>\n I made a Will, (because my friend stupidly failed to make one.)<\/p>\n I started to contemplate death.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\nSeeing Death in a Positive Light \u2013 <\/em><\/strong>(Revised from March 2015)<\/em><\/h2>\n
By Henry Makow Ph.D<\/strong><\/h2>\n
EPHEMERALITY<\/strong><\/h2>\n