The bad old days

From: bob l temple

Sad beyond measure were those days of life before the development of the ability to regrow an arm or leg. That technology has become a common practice now, but they still haven’t perfected the method to revive a person who has died.

I need so much to have access to that knowledge. To lose a person is very much like losing an arm or a leg. The pain in that missing part has no remedy. To lose several people all at once in an accident is worse … how to describe it? I am not sure I can.

It is like a bomb has gone off at a party. You are in a room with friends and suddenly your whole life is shattered. Your body has been wracked by an explosion. Pieces of you are scattered in grotesque mocking positions. Gargoyle-like faces float around grinning in demoniac mirth. Each piece of you carries pain, a wrenched shattered-flesh pain that screams into your brain but the brain cannot reach back, the body cannot move toward hope for a remedy.

It is like a return to those days before we could re-grow all those blown off parts. I can only hope the Institute for Public Health soon approves the Lazarean technolgy for reviving a dead person.