As I again come face to face with the inevitably of my own mortality, I am forced to ponder.
eLG keeps throwing an ace out.
I first think of Kenny Rogers – The gambler.
“You’ve got to know when to hold em,
know when to fold em,
know when to walk away
know when to run”
That’s kind of it, but I don’t want to “break even”, I want to win.
Then there is the Epiphany Express The journey home. That’s some of it too. It is the journey that is important, not the destination.
The refusal to surrender is part of it. The keeping of one’s integrity at whatever price.
Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And the resoluteness of the Maori.
“be strong, be brave, be forthright and sure”
and the timing of the Klingon, we must make everyday “a good day to die”
Herein lies the understanding that life has no beginning and no end. There is only now. The past is memories only and the future is speculation. You’ve got to play the hand you’re dealt. One must end one’s life in the present, ensuring that when one leaves the world becomes a lesser place, and where one goes becomes greater. That is the only way to win. Life can end at any moment, always could, always will. That is my ace in the hole. That is the only way to carry chips away from the table when the lights are dimmed.
“what time is it?, the time is now”