Originally Posted by Lineman
Take a lesson from ancient Rome!
Funny you should mention that.
Like you, I have no use for these guys. What strikes me is how I have situated their condition in my mind.
Two things. First one is my problem with anxiety. The only place I'm really comfortable is in the B&N bookstore, at my table. Yes, I know it's 50 feet from the local bangers. I could never figure out why.
Then I was flipping through my wife's Nook, and found a book on "Spartacus." One chapter starts with a fresh load of prisoners who will be groomed as gladiators. They are all scared to death.
Spartacus chides them. He tells them they have a been given a very precious gift, they know how they are going to die. The fools in the Coliseum watching the combat are the ones who are frightened because they don't know when and how they will die.
If you heard a session with my therapist you would laugh your @$$ off. But going quick seems almost like a gift to me. After all, who wants to be 97, living in a tumbled-down county infirmary with a tube up his butt while he tries to remember his own name?
Maybe Rome had it right, after all.