what's there?
somedays i feel like i'm different from the day before.
how much longer do i have to live, mother?
mrs. sybil wagner, once a noted opera singer.  well, she'd sing, wagner.
and mortality was a common visitor to our house.  people came and went.  death was so frequent, i was never afraid of it.
it was a wonderful place to grow up. i was with people who had put away all the inconsequences of life, left in a state of purely being. wondering about the weather. the temperature of a bath. the light at the end of the day.