Here’s a quote from my book THE HERETIC that I found today that describes my life. It’s funny that I wrote this 6 years ago. “I am an old man now. Aged by the mileage of experience and the erosion that years bring. The frenetic energy that fueled my life has finally burned itself out. My body, the vehicle that I have used all these years has arrived at this point broken and patched, only now at the far end of my life appreciated for its former abilities and accomplishments. The end of my life is much closer than the beginning and I marvel at the dependability this body provided and wish as all old men do that I had taken better care of it. The doctors smile and tell me that I am doing ‘just fine’ but the look in their eyes tells a different story and I understand.”

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