Worry Lives A Long Way From Rational

Death. It Doesn't Have To Be Boring.

I Began Thinking About My Skeleton, This Solid, Beautiful Thing Inside Me That I Would Never See.

Yes, The Money Could Be Better Spent On Earth. But Would It? Since When Has Money Saved By Government Redlining Been Spent On Education And Cancer Research? It Is Always Squandered. Let's Squander Some On Mars. Let's Go Out And Play.

I Don't Write On Topics That Require A Lot Of Urgency. But In 'stiff,' I Wanted To Change People's Hearts About Organ Donation. Whenever I Get A Chance, I Try To Talk About That.

It Is Astounding To Me, And Achingly Sad, That With Eighty Thousand People On The Waiting List For Donated Hearts And Livers And Kidneys, With Sixteen A Day Dying There On That List, That More Then Half Of The People In The Position H's Family Was In Will Say No, Will Choose To Burn Those Organs Or Let Them Rot. We Abide The Surgeon's Scalpel To Save Our Own Lives, Out Loved Ones' Lives, But Not To Save A Stranger's Life. H Has No Heart, But Heartless Is The Last Thing You'd Call Her.