When my dad was in the last days of his dying of cancer..I remember the doctor coming around and giving him a dose of morphine..and he in his drug induced state thought we were giving him something to end his life..and although he was in immense pain at the time..he started to cry..saying he didn't want to go yet..until we reassured him that we were just trying to ease his pain. I saw at that moment how strong his urge for life was. 

Yeah!!  Please dont' get the idea...I'm on opposites with that, Big @l.  I’m just thinking about the ol’ gent across the street and people like him who have been torn in two for the past two years and maybe, in his eyes & spirit, for the remainder of his time here.  I think I could be happy enough if only a disembodied head in a jar…just as long as I can interact even a little with my sons and...hopefully smell the deep, giddy & delicate fragrance of...& make eye contact with my bride.  But it’s not like that across the board.  Many folks ARE exhausted & dehumanized cash cows.  Legislations, at every turn, are ambiguous. 

I'm not for death.  Fuck death.