I was going to die and there was nothing I could do about it. The only unanswered question was "When?" But I wasn't the only one. Every human being had the same terminal prognosis. As far as I knew, the mortality rate among the world's population was 100%. Death was a huge and unwanted elephant in the room that we were all supposed to quietly accept as a fact of life. No one was to question why death existed and or even ask how we could avoid it. It was bazaar.
I decided that I would at least...
Published on February 05, 2010 07:04