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Hmmm, non starter this time. No immediate first to post winner way to start this ramble; which was initially going to be a blurb about a mixture of decaying minds, stagnation of sanity and old age, which approaches everyone regardless of what we like to believe, or ignore. We'll see how it goes...
Mid life crisis.
I've been worrying about my gran a little lately, and feeling sorry for her; time just passes by for her day by day and she can't really read or listen to music that much as her senses are going, she still has a very active mind - but a somewhat dodgey memory; it made me look forward for a change, rather than back which I tend to do - planning is not usually my forte, unless under pressure - in which case I sort everything suddenly and spontaneously in a frantic burst of energy as I run around in mega panic mode.
But still; those years will be upon me eventually, and I'll be sitting in an old chair staring ahead and watching or listening to whatever passes for marketing entertainment in those days as my senses slowly fail and fizzle out; the world will be turning to greys and faint echos as everything slowly burns away. Not something I particularly relish, I'd hope - at least - that my mind would be fine and dandy, but then would that not be another kind of torture too? Trapped inside a failing body as you mind tries to find something to do. Maybe thats some kind of 'hell' for me; a place without sensory input whatsoever but my mind is still active. Thats the sort of conditions I like before I go to sleep, but you can't sleep forever, or you'd just drift away into a coma. So whats it to be? How long would it take me to loose it (so to speak) in a situation like that, or is your failing mind in that situation a blessing so you can't actually rationalise what is happening to you as the moments flow away like sand through your life's hourglass.
It's all downhill from age zero, frankly.
So it all comes down to the question; do you burn out, or fade away?
Is a final kick of adrenalin and a freefall ride through your senses before they fade worth it or do you want to cling to every last shred of existance you have?
Mid life crisis.
I've been worrying about my gran a little lately, and feeling sorry for her; time just passes by for her day by day and she can't really read or listen to music that much as her senses are going, she still has a very active mind - but a somewhat dodgey memory; it made me look forward for a change, rather than back which I tend to do - planning is not usually my forte, unless under pressure - in which case I sort everything suddenly and spontaneously in a frantic burst of energy as I run around in mega panic mode.
But still; those years will be upon me eventually, and I'll be sitting in an old chair staring ahead and watching or listening to whatever passes for marketing entertainment in those days as my senses slowly fail and fizzle out; the world will be turning to greys and faint echos as everything slowly burns away. Not something I particularly relish, I'd hope - at least - that my mind would be fine and dandy, but then would that not be another kind of torture too? Trapped inside a failing body as you mind tries to find something to do. Maybe thats some kind of 'hell' for me; a place without sensory input whatsoever but my mind is still active. Thats the sort of conditions I like before I go to sleep, but you can't sleep forever, or you'd just drift away into a coma. So whats it to be? How long would it take me to loose it (so to speak) in a situation like that, or is your failing mind in that situation a blessing so you can't actually rationalise what is happening to you as the moments flow away like sand through your life's hourglass.
It's all downhill from age zero, frankly.
So it all comes down to the question; do you burn out, or fade away?
Is a final kick of adrenalin and a freefall ride through your senses before they fade worth it or do you want to cling to every last shred of existance you have?