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It will come like the preverbal blue moon.  Despite our differences, this night, this moment will come to us all.

It will call to us as we stand before the open casket of all of our love turned sour.

It may curl its whispy thoughts into our minds between frightful sips of a favorite drink…

Or arrest our hearts as ephipahnies do, with the startling reminder of something we thought we already knew.

Someday you will die….

But maybe you could break the fingers of fear.  Uncurl the clench from around your heart.  Trade in your blue moon, for the possibilities of tomorrows sunrise.

Maybe when this moment visits you next…as it will….You could smile…knowing, that in anticipation, you have chosen to treasure each moment as if it was your last.

Yes, your heart does seem to swallow all of gravity in deaths grim reminder.  Yes, you will die, and so will those you love, but your tears must now be mixed with the sweet silver trasings of a life more fully lived.

Forrowed brows, and all the existantial dread in the world, does not have to accelerate the hands on your clock. It does not have to paralize you, or relegate you to a life half lived.  A life of apathy.  Resigning yourself to complacent ignorance, a de facto philosophy of living a realistic life… And the plush technocolored cubicle walls do not have to smother your greater sensibilities and callings.

If you are more, then let deaths urgency assist you.  Let us get on with living.

So lest you forget, you can invite death, to crawl and rest her noble claws on your shoulder blade, with the condition that she only whisper her truth in an effort to remind you of the greater gift of now.

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