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The Chronicler  By  W. Bruce Watson
 
     The chronicler watches time pass over his being the way a shadow crosses the earth. He is content simply to write of his own passing, to record the episodes of his days for their own sake. Memories phrased onto paper somehow acquire a measure and significance they lacked in the real instant.

     Shuffling through the pages of prior days like some demented bookkeeper savoring the numerals of long forgotten transactions, he perceives that he cannot die. Time has translated his being into text. And in the end, all that will remain will be this chronicle. What he was will ever be without him having ever been.
 
 
 
The truth is, after much furrowing of brow, I can't think of anything to say by way of preface to my blog. Along the way I wondered what it's purpose might be and maybe I should say a few words about that and would, except that I don't know what its purpose is, or could be, or should be. I only know that my clock is winding down and I'm so desperate to have my mind known that I could just spit! Maybe my blog could be about that. But how depressing and pretentious that could be! But hold on a second, maybe not—my therapist commented the other day how in late adulthood (AKA elder years), one is forced to deal with the sense of loss, all the time, it's always there, and it's painful, it takes great faith to live on even though one knows it's going to end and that whatever they accomplish, if anything, is not going to matter all that much. How does one find meaning or a sense of fulfillment in life knowing that it’s coming to an end? Psychologists have not written much about this if anything. It's sort of an unexamined part of adult life. It takes a lot of self-discipline to function in spite of this sense of loss—it's so easy to give up on the constant struggle, on life. A lot of people do—drinking, TV, drugs, electrosex, So, if you'll bear with me, let us examine this unexamined part of adult life.
 
 
 
 
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