pondering life processes. cells divide and divide and divide and mutate and keep dividing. the process continues slowing and then stopping. the physicalness of it all makes literal sense. the mental processes however...the grasping of the meaning. the grasping of the being. left / right we are all here. creative literal inbetween - we all exist in some sense on some level. lifes process tells the same story...eventually the physical part gives out. we get older and die. what are the terms of contract? how do we know? who gets to choose? one minute life is good, the next...who knows? someone suffering asked of me... Why? the answer seemed as clear to me then as it does now. Why not? personally i think a better question is How. how does this happen? in what part of the process do things start to go "wrong". how is the molecular make up able to respond in this way? how do we get a handle on dealing with the devastating blows we are dealt? how can some smile and go along for the ride and others fight the entire way? How?