He said: "Whenever anyone asks me how I am, I always answer 'OK, so far', because you never know, really, do you? I can't know what will happen in the next few seconds. An out of control bus could behead me with its mirror; a crazed crack addict could shoot me just for fun; a plane could fall out of the sky, or someone could jump from an office window and land on me; I could burst an artery in my brain and fall down, dead. You just never know. But, generally speaking, on the average, I'm 'doing' all alright almost all of the time; no complaints, really. But, you never know, do you?"

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He said: "I see you. I touch you. I know that you are not me. You are the other; or maybe more accurate, the others, the many who are not me. But, who, really, is and are the other? Is the wind over the Bay the other, or is it more a part of me that you even are? Who am I? And, more deeply, Who are you? What are you? Where is the self?"

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She said: "When it was all over, when all of the shouting had stopped and the last door had slammed shut and it was quiet in the room, I could still hear the reverberations of what had happened. The sounds stayed in my head; stayed ringing in my head for a long time. This, of course, wasn't the first time. There had been other times like this and I had always given in at the end. But, this time was different somehow. I knew that I wouldn't give in this time. I thought that I would feel better having resolved to stand up to him, but I didn't feel better. I felt just the same as all of the other times. I felt like I'd fallen through the floor and into the darkness of the earth and I was alone; alone with the sounds still ringing in my head. I felt like I really had no place to go and no place to be. I felt like "No Where" was "Now Here".

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She said: "I work with very sick people; people with chronic or fatal disease. I see these people every day. Some of them are very afraid and ask me why it is they who are sick. They say that they have been good all of their lives and they don't understand what is happening to them now. Others are very accepting of where they are and what they are going through. These people are very stoic and accepting of their lives and experiences; illness is just another step for them. I think that all of my patients, however, what to understand better what it is that they are facing. Even if they don't ask, I think they all want to know something that will make their passing easier to understand, and I don't know the answer to give them. I can't tell them what they want to know because I think that it is different for us all. Each person experiences the end in a way that is consistent with who they are. So, I can't be of help here, for those in my care, because experience has taught me that, in the end, each of us already knows the answer in advance."

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He said: "I know what I have given you, but I don't know what you've received." It was like that. She was standing in the bleaching white heat of the mid day and she was looking up at the sun. Behind her and again in front of her were telephone poles stretching out into the foreground in front of her and into the background behind her. She stood on her own shadow as she looked up to me in the window of my room on the second floor. I could smell the grass and I could see her bring her arm up to cover and shade her eyes as she looked up at me. Then, she turned and ran into the field and was gone and I didn't even get to ask her what her name was or where she was going to.

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#4: Acceptance of stasis

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#3: Accommodation

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#2:
Fulfillment

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