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I began posting my writings in tsū (remember tsū?) my username was "jerrytsujongleur" jongleur being an archaic name for an itinerant minstrel (I said I was more like a wandering idiot), people began saying I was almost prophetic, like a Seer, hence my current username.

I just posted one of mine from back then a couple of days ago in noise.cash, "The Shadow of Death"

was this Prophetic?
On Wednesday, I got word that one of my very musically talented cousins had died.

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Seems it may have been covid related.
Last night, I was in bed watching a TV show, when my friend from up the street, the wife of a disabled veteran, texted me to say that her husband had died on Wednesday as well.

I told her that I too, had an aortic aneurysm, but mine is a thoracic, which is slightly less dangerous.

So what impulse lead me to dredge that particular writing up at that particular time? To be sure, it came up in my memories over there.
So at the risk of being cited, here it is again:

In the story of Peter Pan, the boy Peter never grew old,
He was a

"Boy forever"

He also did not have a shadow.

I had a brief bit of Inspiration that morning, and wrote it down.
Oddly, this bit about Peter Pan had only just occurred to me.

We were talking about aging.
One of my friends said he had Characterized aging as

"mortality's shadow growing ever larger on the existential wall."

I countered that perhaps age was like:

"A Shadow that is long when we are born,

Growing shorter each day."
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When we Reach the apex of our physical Existence,
So that when we
Stand at the noon of our Lives,
We have no shadow.
Life and death meet at that point, and
We pass from this world into
Whatever comes next.