Monday, November 14, 2011
He dreamed a friend invited him to the bar. The woman behind the counter went into a long explanation about the various drink specials. Lohbado ordered the too good to be true deal: four drinks for four dollars. That could include, beer, wine or spirits. Lohbado ordered the drink and then waited. Instead of bringing him a drink, the waitress told him that she was being fired. The manager said she was uncouth. Suddenly, her face became emaciated like a skull. Lohbado realized he was face to face with a medieval style personification of death. Lohbado's dance of death, a contemplation of mortality.
Nobody lives forever. Things get old and wear out. Each instant vanishes as it occurs. One could play mental games and create conceptual models to explain continuity. No mental gymnastics can alter the fact that what is happening right now will soon be forgotten, or distorted. In fact, only a small portion of what is going on is actually perceived. It will be as though this moment never even happened. Lohbado woke up, had breakfast and then wrote down the dream.
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