Why not let someone who is about to die do whatever the hell they want to? You want to hear Guns & Roses as you drift off, or the voices of your children? We make it happen. You want a bourbon with your last breakfast? We do that too. Make it a double. Why not? Really.
Many years ago, long before I started the podcast and my apparent fascination with death, dying and the afterlife, I penned these lyrics describing my death wish.
While I was in South America, people asked me about Donald Trump. “We don’t understand,” they would say frantically. “Why are the American people interested in this madman? How can you explain it to us in a way that makes sense?”
Like migratory birds responding to an archetypal memory telling them where to go, young men respond, drawn to the mosh pit and the opportunity it offers to work out their emerging warrior energy.
