Ailing

'Growing old is hell' - Capt John Allan Smith, Edgar Horne Ward

There are two perspectives. My current one is trapped in a hospital bed watching fellow inmates stop, drop and flop dead, queasily diseased with a suprising ease. It is all I can do to stare out at this from under my four sheets of flimsiness and observe the lack of life, the steady suck and drag of the lifeforce being slowly extracted from us, like a long thread unravelling on an ever-distancing car door.

The other one is under the current; under the sea, see? The ocean, teaming with all sorts of ridiculously extravangant, outrageously eccentric and fundamentably incredulous lifeforms. Just an incredible superabundance of Life and Creation. And all that energy, that creation and rebirth of nature's cosmic birth cycle is trapped miles below the surface for no one to observe, blacked out by a light that never shines. Ah who knows what to think right?