****, pardon my french sez the former secular nun (quote below)...that's one of the things I fear about this Paul Simon Flowers Never Bend In The Rainfall moments.

That what many of us believed, that we have some kind of eternal spirit which lives on after the disintegration of the human body (disintegration being a "nice" way to put "rotted piece of meat in a coffin") and goes on to a "place" of peace and love is just a fairy tale made up by these animals with the supposedly large brains who can't handle the rotted piece of meat possible reality...that you, me, our children, all the people we love, all of humankind really don't have this eternal spirit, that the true reality is we all will one day be nothing more than fodder for the anthropologists of the future, just like the billions, billions of unknown humans who have preceded us. We are just one of billions. BILLIONS. This even being the reality of Donald Trump (though in his madness he can't see this possible reality...won't see it, humans thinking their **** don't stink and all, and eternity is only for the "highly evolved" animals known as the human species of which he belongs).

So how does one enjoy his/her story especially when one is one of those humans who have had their heads whacked off...not just the Muslim terrorists doing that...I believe Judith in the Catholic Bible cut off someone's head. Heads being whacked off or poverty and hunger so extreme that even the starving bellies of children are the size of a woman's six months pregnant stomach.

I guess if one has enough to eat, reasonably good health, an education, etc. that story has a good chance of being enjoyed. Taking a good hard look at reality (and not Elm St. in the USA), I see most humans' stories are more like the kind described in the preceding paragraph. In other words, if you were an alien, supposing they do exist, and stood at a distance from the earth, you would hear far more moans than laughter coming from this planet. So many having such enjoyable stories .

Annie who may just now be growing up at the age of 58

"If we are merely stories our selves, what's wrong with that? Enjoy your story."