Thing?

“Thing.”

Thing!

Fuck thing. Screw “Thing”. Thing is nothing to cause excitement, to cause the heart rate to increase. Thing(s) is the bastard child to the mother of Stuff or the worship of material.

Excitement is not a thing, excitement is a blue ribbon prize for enjoying moments as early as now to the memory of when you were born.

The birth of Life was/is/and always be the most exciting ‘thing’ for one like me.

You may see me, death, as a horrible thing but it is me writing about being excited,

Death.

Sitting at the table along with Life, and let me tell you what…

That is…

very

very

exciting indeed.