...death be not proud...

I want to say John Donne said that but I am not positive, and I think it was recited in the play Wit...

However, as promised I will tell you of my morbid fascination with death -- it isn't creepy or anything, I am stable and all...and it isn't quite current, but more because I've yet to have a similar situation/circumstance...

At the previous church I attended, and interestingly enough the church my parents pastored at before they moved further north, I would be there late at night often by myself. The church is situated with little around it, and in the kitchen the windows at the time had no curtains or blinds and when there was a full moon it often shone right through the window and cast a glow on the counter and floor. Because I do have an active imagination and because I would found myself there alone at night, at one time during a full moon I concocted a scene - which let me assure you, I didn't have any real hope of it panning out...

See I would be stabbed with one of the knives in the kitchen, during a full moon, and the glow of the moon would shimmer against the metalic of the blade as it came towards me and connected with my vital organs... Then as the search for me would undoubtedly occur, a pool of blood would gather and again that glow of the moon would lead the way for the searchers. The following day the local paper would read "Pastor's daughter slain in home church."

NO I don't need any "help" and YES I am aware that this is very strange -- this was some years ago and NO I don't hold any such "fascinations" today, although....just kidding!!!

I don't however have any fear of death...when people, who shall remain nameless, drive too fast and dangerously, and then apologize I tell them 'no worries...if I die, I know where I'm going and quite frankly Heaven would be better than earth.' No, I am not hastening death nor wishing it to be an imminent occurence in life, I'm just saying...

SO now that you think I am completely bonkers, and you realize that you don't in fact know me all that well I leave you with the thought that I may blog next about the "stalker" I had my freshman year of college...