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Terribly Comfortable

I have a brand new pearly white pair of tennis shoes (or walking shoes or whatever they are) in my closet. I never wear them. I prefer the old pair, which look terrible but are so comfortable. They fit me perfectly and I slip into and out of them so easily.

I think maybe this is how I will feel about this world when I have slipped out of it, soaring around in my pearly white afterlife, but longing for my old world, which looked so terrible but was really so so comfortable.

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I am enlightened by your take

I am enlightened by your take on tennis shoes and the afterlife!  I think that I don't fear death, however I find myself wondering how and what of me at the moment of death.  At least now I can look forward to thinking about something comfortable to help ease myself into the afterlife.  Thanks for the insight!

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Thanks Rina

New Balance, in case you were wondering.

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Where was I?

Steve, I don't think you'll know that you've gone until you wonder what you did with your iPhone. It takes a while to catch up with the plot.

You won't miss us, but we shall miss you :)

 

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Obliviion for the Oblivious

There is a story in Heinlein's novel Stranger in a Strange Land (one of my deep favorites) about a martian who is so engrossed in his art he doesn't notice when he dies and just goes on working. That will be me, I suspect. I hope so anyway. I would be curious to see that story.