February 8, 2007
Sometimes, when Iím attempting sleep, I ponder death. Death and mutilation truly scare me. Other fears, including fears of sickness, dark alleys, black widow spiders, and flying off the face of a mountain on an ATV are all just masquerades for the fear that I could die or be maimed beyond recognition for life. I canít imagine what it is like to simply cease and to be placed in a grave and rot for all eternity. People who fear public speaking confuse me. Itís a fear that can be easily conquered. No one can conquer death. It is a certainty.