The trouble with wanting to wax lyrical about life is that life has a nasty habit of managing that particular feat all on its own. My intended sortie into the world of blogging was cut down in its tracks on 10/10/2005 when I had a heart attack. Now, 4 months later, I am just beginning to take in the enormity of what life is really about. I am tempted to say the answer to that question is DEATH - but that would be looking over my shoulder. True, I will do that for the rest of my life, but for all I know I have another 40 years left. Rather than live each day as if it is my last I intend to live it as if I will die at the grand old age of 96 - in 40 years time. Which means its time to re-invent myself - again! 
