If you're a male, single and somewhere between 60 & 70 years of age, like me, you'll be feeling your mortality. Whether that be a little or a lot, as Captain Jean Luc Picard said, "I fear I have fewer summers ahead of me, than behind me". We all die, we all reach a mortal expiry date that none of us know. I note that Labor Party luminary Bill Hayden expired today at 90 yrs. Yet another sign-post along my own path. I grew up with the names of Whitlam, Hawke, Hayden, Crean as staples. Their passing is a notch on my own timestick.

For my own position, being between the aforementioned marker points, I can honestly say I don't fear the end of the existence. In fact, in a way I would welcome it, but that's because I'm a fatalist, having been diagnosed with chronic depression in 1993. My end doesn't frighten me, only it's form. Hopefully I'll go as my Dad did, in my sleep. Close eyes, turn lights out and move on to the next existence. Read More »

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