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The discontent that dying brings should not be vilified. It is not a bad thing to be aware the act of finality is also a part of life. We live in big tin cans, others in small, but we all need one. We enter our tin cans through a tunnel then emerge and learn to live, but really only exist in confusion manipulated by intellectually inferior one-track minds bent on ruling every aspect of our lives, engulfing us in messy, mind mystifying, spirit debilitating stuff that gives vent to feelings of impotence, often enough to complain, but ignorance, callousness, arrogance and alternative facts rule the day. True finality must have its joy-filled release at such times. My advice to the complainers in their tin cans, Take your damn life and live it! Make passionate love and get stupid drunk! And every now and then write A caring, benevolent poem with conviction then go out and help change the world!

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