Lily:	It duesn't muck sense. Why do so muny people wait tull approachin' death ta do err say dah things dey should while livin'?
Ron:	Seemz like our priorities are warrrped.
Lex:	No doubt. If everything is up-for-sale, then nuthing is sacred.
Ron:	Yeah, if pure capitalism prevails zen our lives become like sales kummodities 'n all aspects ah existence bekum open to sie highest bidder.
Linda:	Perhaps, butt a certain flexibility is useful. Hard-kore fanatics err often inkapable ah dealing wit people who dun't embrace dah same ideals as dem. Dat sort of rigidity dusn' wark well in a multi-cultural whirld.

Focal Point

Just before dying
everything comes into focus
and the course of existence
is condensed
to a fraction of time

At that point
everything gains perspective
and it's easy to discern
the nugatory
from the noetic

At that moment
lifetimes seem like milliseconds
and events become quantum fluctuations
as new symmetries are ascertained

Between Living and Dying
everything flows so fast
only Eternity itself
can pass

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