Mapping The Territory - Elegy (4)

MAPPING THE TERRITORY - ELEGY (4)

'Pssst. I've thought of something else. . . '

'My dear, you awoke me. . .  why do you provoke me?' She opened her mouth wide and yawned.

'Confession is fine if within prescribed times. I, for one, like to work with professional guidelines. A psychiatrist's hour means much less in the chair,' said the woman as she plucked lice and eggs from her hair.

'I hate our obsession with longevity. (What's wrong with the concept of mortality?) I confess, I take heart from memento mori. . . 

'Tell me

'Why on Earth would one ever want to live forever?  Too long for the body or mind to remember? 

'It's no wonder we get old and start to forget. Our hearts and our souls cannot bear the regret that this life generates; it's a terrible toll.'

'How I long for good company: witty and droll,' said the Priestess succumbing to sadness and all. 'I thought we might get on quite well, but, perhaps you should just go to hell.'