I think about this trip I'm on
Where I've been and where I'm going
The further on I seem to go
The whole Journey is no doubt slowing
It started off so fast and every part of me worked well
But now each and every part of me creaks and hurts like hell
Quite unfair to tell the truth because age has made me wiser
But one quick peek in the mirror of life sheer horror 'who's that miser?'
So I've been reading lots accumulating heaps of experience and knowledge
But what goods that when the ticker stops and I'm in a box underneath the foliage
It's fair enough to study up, to understand, to become a philosopher of life
But what's the use if I'm all decomposed up, a victim of time's knife
Hmmm what's the answer I ask myself, as death stares me in the face
Age gives me wisdom as I prepare myself to depart with style and grace
But it also gives me wrinkles and makes me groan each time I move
What good is knowledge and wisdom and stuff if I can't get in the groove
A pensive pause as I thought it all through, my demise a surprise will rhyme
I used some mathematics to make 'life' equal 'once upon a time'
And that way one life became a multiple of days and hours, even seconds
So I have a lot more units to play with before the end of my one life beckons
aka Brendan Lauritz
I'm in one of THOSE moods again. Being silly moods. Sometimes I can't help it. I get to the computer knowing I have to do another BLOG thingie and then I just start writing not even knowing where it is heading, and I start using bad English just like I did then. Hmmmm......
Anyway I've been to the doctor and said 'look Doc, there's nothing I can think of that needs fixing but I'm slipping down the wrong side of the Bell Curve at a million miles an hour so I need you to take some preventative measures to make sure I haven't got anything bad like cancer or heart disease, or anything that's likely to kill me before the next appointment". She laughed. After she composed herself she asked me why I was doing this (fruitcakey???) analysis of myself. Then I told her how old I was. She understood and ordered a blood test, an MRI which I believe will show any deformities to my brain (or if indeed I have one), and she also told me she would be inserting a digit into a very sensitive area of my constitution in search of the world's biggest killer of men (no, not a woman!). I think she said prostate cancer. Anyway.....
But then I started some of my well worn psychobabble into the philosophy of life according to TriggerDot, namely this:-
The Bell Curve is very simple. A very straightforward illustration with a curve mounted over an X and Y axis, a bit like you may see at a Massage Parlour! Anyway the beginning of the X axis is the beginning of life, age nought. Moving along the X axis you will come to the end of the curve, which is in life terms, an average of 80 years or so. Now if you move UP to the top of the curve, along the Y axis you will see that the maximum is eggs actly half way uphill until it turns. This is the panic section of the curve. The Oh Oh area. See gravity takes a hold and begins to pull you back toward where you don't want to go ...... THE END. All of a sudden you realise that the trip uphill wasn't so bad afterall. Couple of marriages, same number of divorces, three bankruptcies, four illegitimate children and living in a tent, eating at the best Soup Kitchens on the planet. Hmmm.... not all that bad really. But then the curve turned and so did life. Oh Oh. And like anything DOWNhill the further DOWN the faster the momentum pickup until the friction burns become seriously uncomfortable.
By the time I did the psycho job on the Doc I don't know whether she thought she should order some tests or an undertaker. Anyway, seemingly I still have a kick left. Even though there are no serious ailments diagnosed...... YET ......, obviously the stress and pressure of the possibility has raised serious concerns with Doc as to my mental health. So as well as reading BLOG thingie, all prayers will be greatly received as I continue my downhill descent ....... So
The answer of course won't surprise any of you. A big YEEEEES to both questions. BIIIIG crash. Huuuuge collision. And yes. FATAL. Deeerh. It has to be. The intersection of the X axis the second time around is where we all become DEADED. The bell curve is perfectly Asymmetrical. Every single dot has a Bell Curve of life. There has been and is over 100 BILLION dots with Bell Curves attached. Every single one of those dots has, or will hit the X axis second time around. No escaping. IT happens. But you know what is fascinating about the Bell Curve of Life. THE SHAPE of the curve. Because that is determined by how long each dot lasts. The 80 year one looks pretty nice. You could wear it as a hat to the Melbourne Cup even. But we are not all so lucky. So what's the answer Mister Smartie At The Party? (talking to myself again!)
Well the answer is that the Bell Curve looks like a helmet most times because there is a beginning and an end. A finite finish. THE END. The ouch factor. The answer is that we all look at life as a body. A finite body. We go to the doctors to get our bodies fixed up so that we can have more curve in our bell. So we can extend our finite body life, as so we should. But what will our curve look like if we keep extending our longevity through better diet, exercise and so on. What will the bell curve look like if the average life goes from 80 to 200 years. Hmmmm.... Well the curve will flatten out somewhat. Make a nice flat hat for the Melbourne Cup instead of that helmet head look!
Nup. Uh Uh. I 'ain't havin' no END. Body can do as it wishes. That's why I go to Doc. She gives me more X axis. But she can't give my body an exemption from the END. So body will END. I know that. But I won't have a Bell Curve. Nup. Uh Uh. I don't want one. Give me a straight line any day. No curves. No Bell. Just a straight line. Mmmm Hmmm. INFINITE. NEVER ENDING. I will not finish. I can't. I am a DOT on my Journey of straight line. I am never ending. I am eternity.
I am a straight line. Huh?
Oh, let's wait for the MRI scan first. But in closing let me explain my craaaaazeeee thoughts. Like this.......
Bodies are a finite gift of life. Given to us for some unknown reason by some unknown power. Controlling that body is a MIND we all share. That MIND is Universal and ONE with us. That MIND tells our body what to do. When to begin. When to end. That MIND is ETERNAL. But it is also PERSONAL right down to our l'il 'ole body. If you BELIEVE, as you must, then you will not END. You will be ME.
I am a straight line