Deep Truth #2 Everyone dies.

This is not morbid statement. Just a fact that we all collectively choose to ignore. Time marches on and the sand is running for all of us. If you are one of the lucky one you will died surrounded by love ones, people who care about you and of old age without pain. You should find your purpose in life that has meaning and do it. Otherwise you are just waiting for death. Most Americans spend their moments trying to fill the time they have between birth and the end. Life is too short to spend your time worrying about the details of life. It does matter how careful you are, what you eat, where you live, it is all just a matter of time before death finds you. So make the moments count.

How did I come to this? I've been thinking about this for awhile. But the past two weeks have been particular poignant.

A friend of mine has just been told she has breast cancer. My Mom had breast cancer and some of her friends have died from the same thing. As I get older I realize how we are all just a step away from death. Something eventually kills us all. Whether we choke on a hot dog at the homecoming game, are drop dead due to some heart flaw you have no idea you had.

A couple of aside here:

Breast Cancer is quickly becoming main cause of death for women in the U.S. Ladies, would it make sense after menopause to have the breast tissue removed and replaced with cosmetic implants? Try to remove the tissue before cancer can take root. I know seems is radical, maybe we should just work on the prevention first.

Do you think you died when you figure out the meaning of life? Could it be that John Ritter had an epiphany just before his heart gave out. For that matter, maybe Stephan Hawkings really know the secret of life and he has been trying to tell us for the past 20 years, and he is trapped by a disease trying to keep him quiet. Maybe all unexpected death is cause by people figuring out the true nature of existence, and death silence them before they can tell anyone.(Doesn't that bake you noodle?)

I've been working on the genealogy of my family. I find it exciting and depressing at the same time. It's exciting because it's great to find out where you come from and who you are. The depressing part come from the fact that time is marching on and it's only a short while before you become just one names on the list. Also it is depressing to think how much I'm really missing from each person. How much do I really know about my Great-Great-Grandfather who died in 1903? No matter how far you go back there is always another set of parents. How far back is far enough? Another issue is slavery. Pretty soon I'll need to start digging through slavery records. Oh! Joy.

Finally, I need to start thinking about my own endgame. I need to get my will in order and find some legacy. I don't want to die as a vegetable, no sense in hanging around in a coma, and having my life saving drained to pay for some doctor 50 foot sailboat and second vacation home in Aspen,CO. I also don't want to die stupidly. Like being humped to death by a lovesick rhino, after slipping on a banana peel and falling into the cage at the zoo. The last thing I want is my great-great-great-great grandchildren to read the footnote to my life. "Technomage Ken died from being eaten by a tiger in downtown Iowa City". I don't want them thinking "Hmmmmm I didn't know tigers were native to Iowa in the 21st century."