Memory of Acapulco Nights
Change. I wonder if things change in death. When you are dead you are no longer in time.
And time always changes things. So if you are in Eternity do things change? Or is Eternity
timed? Cause how could there not be change. Even for the afterlife. I wonder if it's all
just one color and smell. Today Joel had a near death experience. Are not we always having
a near death experience? Is not death always upon us? Is life ever upon us? Yes, I think
so. The glass has to be half full. The grass has to be greener on the otra lado. Joel has
to swim back into shore. He can't get tired. He can't drown. He's young. He's 18. He's got
his whole life ahead of him. He's Superman. Just like me. Just like me, but our kriptonite
is reality. Our ego, our denial, our fear all with light shed upon it.
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