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Blessed Day

Comfort me with your quanta;

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Comfort me with your quanta;
Life After Life ... Death is merely a changing room.
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  Comfort me with your quanta;
   Tell me nothing is lost
   Because nothing was
   Ever found. I wish to believe,
   But grieve instead.

   Tell me there were only
   Electromagnetically charged empty spaces
   Where I once knew their faces
   And surfaces of skin to touch.
   Persuade me they are not dead.

   What phantom assurance is memory-
   My grandfather's wind-up clock
   That sat on the heavy wood buffet,
   His overstuffed couch that swallowed me to sleep,
   And the crisp toast he made
   In the gas stove on Sunday mornings?
   Tell me my ache is mistaken physics,
   And I will ask you to taste
   His morning oatmeal with me
   Fifty years ago.

   Console me with quantum cleverness;
   Wrap me in a goose down of indeterminancy.
   Metaphysical relief will dissolve
   Into rude tears, though,
   Because my father who played the violin
   And taught me so imperfectly
   About being a man is dead.
   His absence is more palpable
   Than hardwood floors.
   Death creeps so slowly into fact;
   I find no balm in quantum leaps.

   Part of my flesh is missing;
   My life has become an assortment
   Of phantom limbs.
   If they are not lost,
   Why cannot I bear
   To be certain
   They are so entirely gone?

All correspondence should be addressed to Howard F. Stein, PhD, Department of Family and Preventive Medicine, University of Oklahoma Health Sciences Center, 900 NE 10 Street, Oklahoma City, OK 73104.

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This is a site about my journeying toward aging.
To know how to grow old is the master work of wisdom, and one of the most difficult chapters in the great art of living.
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