We are all dying on some level, to some degree, on some plane, in some realm, in some manner, in some fashion, in some domain. The immediacy of an individual’s death may seem more obvious in certain instances, but that is only an illusion—cruel chicanery—an optical illusion that strongly suggests a person suffering from pancreatic cancer is destined to die far more quickly than the person in the prime of their life who may be predestined to obliviously step out in front of a fast-moving bus tomorrow morning, never to experience consciousness again in this “tragic” incident’s aftermath. Shit most definitely happens, but not always for some inscrutable reason as the worn-out platitude wearyingly goes.
Fred's Soapbox 