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-mors vincit omnia The many old who live alone must pay attention, take care. Any misstep might hasten their descent. Tumble down the lonely steps. Lie waiting in your own filth, unable to reach a phone. What loneliness must attend such a fall? If only we could choose. Proud Aeschylus was struck down by a falling tortoise. That’s not too bad. To be hit by a bus while lighting one last lethal cigarette. That’s even better. In bed, at ninety, chugging toward one, final gasp of ****** Even better yet. But not in a strange bed hooked up to noisy, indifferent machines, poisoned by chemotherapy, surrounded by terrified friends and family struck dumb, embarrassed and uncomfortable, stunned by their own fears. Best on your own two feet. Like a soldier before the bullet. Like a Viking struck down in battle. Like you might have even mattered. But there is no choosing. Decrepitude is woven in our DNA. You cannot escape the inevitable carnage of mortality, but you can be very careful where you place your feet.
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Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
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-mors vincit omnia The many old who live alone must pay attention, take care. Any misstep might hasten their descent. Tumble down the lonely steps. Lie waiting in your own filth, unable to reach a phone. What loneliness must attend such a fall? If only we could choose. Proud Aeschylus was struck down by a falling tortoise. That’s not too bad. To be hit by a bus while lighting one last lethal cigarette. That’s even better. In bed, at ninety, chugging toward one, final gasp of ****** Even better yet. But not in a strange bed hooked up to noisy, indifferent machines, poisoned by chemotherapy, surrounded by terrified friends and family struck dumb, embarrassed and uncomfortable, stunned by their own fears. Best on your own two feet. Like a soldier before the bullet. Like a Viking struck down in battle. Like you might have even mattered. But there is no choosing. Decrepitude is woven in our DNA. You cannot escape the inevitable carnage of mortality, but you can be very careful where you place your feet.
mike-essig
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Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
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