If I could only write one piece

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bcmeikle@shaw.ca

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           It's not like I'm planning on dying or anything...I can write  all the sentances
and paragraphs I want for the rest of my life...but mortality has reared its ugly head  a
bit, I turned 40 and got diagnosed with MS. Although in modern times such a disease
probably won't shorten my lifespan, I'm feeling a little stupider than usual, especially when
it's hot (like now) . and less willing to look at the big picture...
       All of this adds a sense of urgency.
       So  it occurs to me, if this was the only prose I  could write , if they told me I would be brain
damaged tomorrow, and had just a few hours to think about it...If I had just a few words to
pass on to my fellow man, what would they be?
        I do that.
        I make dramatic assumptions to get myself writing.
       'seems like a good excercise'... I say to myself...
       And then there's when I told my drummer friend that "sometimes when no-one
is home I go in and pound on that piano like there's no tomorrow' and he answered 'that's the
only way to play...'   

  or maybe to blog...

            If I could only write one thing I would say  to mankind 2 things.

- the remodellers dream.
-my mystic experience.
 

both of these have been nagging at me for 20 years now or so. Perhaps just
posting them in my blog will be therapeutic somehow.

I mean you can see why I kept them to myself. We're talking TOTAL flake
material....but the passage of time and the urgency described above seem to
afford me a liscence to speak. At least a feeling like I don't really care what people think.
 
        Also 20 years later I am more filled with self doubt than as a younger man.
I'm not sure what I believe about these concepts, just that they need out of me.