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To: Dayuhan who wrote (25786)	11/3/1998 5:51:00 PM
From: George S. Montgomery	Respond to of 108807

Steve, you delivered a wrist-slapping, politely, and logically... My summarized response is simply: There was no reason for me to have sent the post (for which I am wrist-slapped) to Christine. If I had the option, now, of letting it remain or obliterating it from past/present/future, I would select the latter. Unfortunately, there is no such option. With respect, geo. (a planned) ps: Anecdote: In 1951 or 1952, I was in a violent auto incident. The back of my left leg was spiked onto some part of the car - I had been driving, and the car skidded, downhill, on slick ice, causing me to fall from the driver's door (which had a faulty latch) - while my head bobbled along the road surface. My roommate 'saved my life' by keeping me from ripping the flesh slabs from my skull. (There were 32 inches of cranial lacerations.) And, the purpose of this acecdote, when I awoke in the hospital with all the Rube Goldberg elevations and tubes and suspensions and ropes and wires, I immediately smiled. Why? Because my initial thought was: How many people would now be thanking God for having saved them; would be relishing the retention of life with a devout sense of awe; would be filled with rapture! My smile was at the irony that someone else was not given the opportunity for joy that I then had - when I had no sense of it at all. (It was not a dislike for life, simply an indifference to it.) I believe much of our craving personal human continuation comes from, or at least is in line with, the biggest of all payments that our God could make to save us was the payment of His life. Death and Resurrection. Right at the core of all this God-shit that spreads on these threads. Anecdote over. Purpose, to provide an 'opening' frame of mind. Your points: #1) (Remember, Christine said the cancer scare had been disproved.) Are you stating a proposition that 'fretting' is preferable to acceptance? #2) Are you prepared for the battles you will have with the fact that you are finite: When your hair does turn gray? When you run more slowly? When you do not run at all? Have you considered hair replacement? If so, why? #3) I often think of myself as a fern, a stone, an ant. Simply, I am what I am - and that's about it. I did not determine it, nor can I alter it. A monumental realization has come to me in the past three years, since a dreadful divorce. I am not depressed, at all. Looking ovjectively, as Terry has snidely done on occasion, I have all the qualification-plus to be sad or depressed by my current circumstances. But, I realize that I am not. I don't believe ferns, stones, or ants are depressed either. The sum of this point is: It seems that existence simply is, and it is not a bad thing. And moments are mere constituents of our existence. We operate, you and I, on different currents. Yours is truly delightful. I guess I envy the fulness of your life. I did not mean to be mean to Christine. I believe you feel me insensitive to her fretting. That I am not. Nor to yours on aging. I just appeal that you may lessen them, the frettings. I must stop now, as a hunter is approaching to hone his blade on me. g.

To: Dayuhan who wrote (25786)	11/3/1998 5:52:00 PM
From: George S. Montgomery	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Steve, you delivered a wrist-slapping, politely, and logically... My summarized response is simply: There was no reason for me to have sent the post (for which I am wrist-slapped) to Christine. If I had the option, now, of letting it remain or obliterating it from past/present/future, I would select the latter. Unfortunately, there is no such option. With respect, geo. (a planned) ps: Anecdote: In 1951 or 1952, I was in a violent auto incident. The back of my left leg was spiked onto some part of the car - I had been driving, and the car skidded, downhill, on slick ice, causing me to fall from the driver's door (which had a faulty latch) - while my head bobbled along the road surface. My roommate 'saved my life' by keeping me from ripping the flesh slabs from my skull. (There were 32 inches of cranial lacerations.) And, the purpose of this acecdote, when I awoke in the hospital with all the Rube Goldberg elevations and tubes and suspensions and ropes and wires, I immediately smiled. Why? Because my initial thought was: How many people would now be thanking God for having saved them; would be relishing the retention of life with a devout sense of awe; would be filled with rapture! My smile was at the irony that someone else was not given the opportunity for joy that I then had - when I had no sense of it at all. (It was not a dislike for life, simply an indifference to it.) I believe much of our craving personal human continuation comes from, or at least is in line with, the biggest of all payments that our God could make to save us was the payment of His life. Death and Resurrection. Right at the core of all this God-shit that spreads on these threads. Anecdote over. Purpose, to provide an 'opening' frame of mind. Your points: #1) (Remember, Christine said the cancer scare had been disproved.) Are you stating a proposition that 'fretting' is preferable to acceptance? #2) Are you prepared for the battles you will have with the fact that you are finite: When your hair does turn gray? When you run more slowly? When you do not run at all? Have you considered hair replacement? If so, why? #3) I often think of myself as a fern, a stone, an ant. Simply, I am what I am - and that's about it. I did not determine it, nor can I alter it. A monumental realization has come to me in the past three years, since a dreadful divorce. I am not depressed, at all. Looking ovjectively, as Terry has snidely done on occasion, I have all the qualification-plus to be sad or depressed by my current circumstances. But, I realize that I am not. I don't believe ferns, stones, or ants are depressed either. (I believe it has to do with the absence of anger.) The sum of this point is: It seems that existence simply is, and it is not a bad thing. And moments are mere constituents of our existence. We operate, you and I, on different currents. Yours is truly delightful. I guess I envy the fulness of your life. I did not mean to be mean to Christine. I believe you feel me insensitive to her fretting. That I am not. Nor to yours on aging. I just appeal that you may lessen them, the frettings. I must stop now, as a hunter is approaching to hone his blade on me. g.