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What If, Instead Of Being Afraid Of Even Talking About Death, We Saw Our Lives In Some Ways As Preparation For It. What If We Were Taught To Ponder It And Reflect On It And Talk About It And Enter It And Rehearse It And Try It On?what If, Rather Than Being Cast Out And Defined By Some Terminal Category, You Were Identified As Someone In The Middle Of A Transformation That Could Deepen Your Soul, Open Your Heart, And All The While-even If And Particularly When You Were Dying-you Would Be Supported By And Be Part Of A Community?

I Think What's Been True Across The Board Is The Universal Patriarchy, The Fear Of Women Ever Being Born Back Into Complete Sexuality And Life-force. This Manifests Itself In Different Cultural Variances, But That's Really What's Going On Everywhere.

I Think The Thing That Has Always Made Me Happy Is Being In The Struggle, In A Community Of Struggle With Other People.

I Would Rate The Fact That I Get To Be Alive A Big Beautiful 10. Satisfaction With Myself - Work In Progress.

I Think It Was A Realization Of This Cancer, An Understanding Of The Broader Implications Of What Cancer Is. The Greed, The Ravaging Of Lands And Seas For Profit, The Taking Of Things That Don't Belong To Us; What We've Done To The Environment In This Fast-paced, Careless Hunger. I Think All Of That Was Happening In My Body.