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Originally Posted by Jinn
....In the "spirit" of the thread rather than the details, I wake up in the morning because I'm glad that I still can. I'm not immobilized and can leave my bed, and I'm not dead, so I'd better get up and enjoy the day for whatever it is, because I only have about 14,000 left (if I'm lucky) and I don't get do-overs or an afterlife, so I need to make use of a dwindling resource.
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Your comment reminds me of when I was in college and had a brief affair with a much older English professor, who cured my morning grumpiness with kisses, caresses, and this beautifully spiritual poem by e. e. cumings:
i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth
day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)
how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?
(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)
Lindy
(now with eyes full of tears...)
