The Plan
Lately I’ve been thinking a lot as to what I’m going to do
after I die, and a few things that I‘m considering with regard
to keeping busy, especially during the daytime, includes
learning how knit sweaters, socks, and blankets, play solitaire,
and do tantric drumming on the roof of my coffin—
I mention a coffin because I’m definitely going to stipulate
that I be buried in one, as opposed to being burned to a crisp.
Basically I don’t like the thought of being a pile of ashes,
soon to be scattered in some outdoor place that I used to frequent.
And I’d rather leave open the possibility that I could come back
as a result of advancements in science and technology—
come back into a much better world in which I might be happy
once in awhile. Whether I’d have the same consciousness
is less important than my being able to enjoy life
without all the angst I went through in the first one.
In conclusion, while I won’t be holding my breath in anticipation
of returning, I plan to work on my attitude just in case. . .
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