The Cancerous Patient...

So what happens when a man is told he only has 34 days left to live in an environment he's been fasioned to for years?  What happens when they tell him "everything you knew will cease to exist as you know it today"..."things will drastically change for you and there is nothing left but to accept that change"

Heh...he feels liberated...

"Stuff" is akin to an albatross within our human existance.  When we analyze all we have and all we do;  asking ourselves "in this list...what can I truly live without?" I am surprised the little that's left.  I am surprised at what little we actuallyneed to live yet have given power to in the category of "the superfluous".  All the useless that has bound us to worry and fret.  Needlessly meandering about the next wave of trouble.  What more do you need but yourself and your God?  I can no longer answer this question...

So what does the cancerous patient do with his limited time?  He has Twinkies for dinner.  He wakes up at 4 in the afternoon.  He doesn't speak to a soul and he hopes everyone understands.  He stops breathing.  He looks at those 34 days as a countdown to a new life...a better life.

What will he be at the end of all this?  What will rise out of the ashes...out of the darkness?  I don't know...God, I really wish I knew...