Everything Fell Where They May

Charles Bukowski once wrote: Find what you love and let it kill you. I am still not sure how I see this or what this means to me. Then again, I am unsure if I want this or anything to kill me again.Yes, I say again.I say I don’t want anything to kill me again because we often die in pieces. Or more than anything else; we often die alive i more cases than we think and even more; we frequently mourn the loss of our own deaths more than we experience death in a literal sense.I know this firsthand.Then again, and getting back to what Bukowski said:Find what you love and let it kill you.True love is selfless. And, so, if love is selfless than me and my life needs to be dedicated to this. Therefore, I need to be dedicated to my love, my spirit, and my hopes and I need to dedicate my dreams for a better lifetime in both this one and the next. As I see it, we have to use our best weapons against mass and self destruction. We have to find whatever it is that blows our hair back and fills our…