a_void pilgrim I know I am going to die. That's been made clear to me most all of my life. Not that I could really understand it, But the point was driven home in church, on the news, from the passing of cherished pets, grandparents, and other children in the neighborhood. All passing on beyond this life Before me. It was held over my head like the Sword of Damacles By the power hungry governments of my Youth. I remember Cuba, And the missiles of October The Evening Body Count Of the Viet Nam "conflict" It was not with fear that I watched these things, So much as A curious musing about my inevitable destiny There beyond this realm. The Tibetan Book of the Dead Psychedelic Drugs Meditation Each played their part In gleaning some insight Into the workings of Awareness I don't remember what I was aware of before I took this mortal form, Breathing in this world. But I do remember and old reoccurring Dream I was entering in through a Keyhole Into a place where there were all sorts of wonderful things laying about. There was a girl and a boy there, And the girl was playing with something , When the boy came up and took it from her, And she began to cry. I would wake up at this point every time These things are some of my earliest memories. I will have to wait to see what my last thoughts will be. But unfortunatly, I won't be able to share them here. 020319 ... silentbob avoid 020320 ... avoidance ants 020320 ... lulie missing memories: i know he gave me a black eye but i don't remember it happening. 020320 what's it to you? who go blather from