A Rare Privilege

This rare and relatively recent (the written word has only been with us for the last couple of thousand years – a tear drop in the vast river of passing planetary life) technology allows me to form words which are spoken by the small voice in the very centre of your own brain; gifting me the privilege of being able to articulate among the resonances of your own and private mind.

I do not take this privilege lightly.  I thank you.  A writer needs, and must appreciate, readers…..

Introduction

It is in the nature of the human condition to experience a “life” which ultimately culminates in an ill defined and poorly understood state of being known as “death”….

The only solace life seems to offer is that, at least up until death, we may look back upon it….

Although the transition from a “life” state of being to a “death” state of being tends to be associated with huge sadness and trepidation, it is above all else its inevitability which makes us what we are…

The certainty of our ultimate transition can be ignored in the course of a busy, stressful, exploitative life but in the home straight it is an equaliser beyond compare or reproach…

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© 2004 Deacon Martin