In Screen Saver I recount two times that I think that I have died.
One of them was fairly recent: it was in 2007, I think.
Anyway, it was when I had to stay in bed for six weeks to recuperate from foot surgery. That time I wasn’t actually in bed when the occurrence occurred; I was in a chair in the living room lifting weights to keep from going crazy and to keep from becoming a disgusting pool of flab. That time I just went elsewhere and didn’t return for a short period of time and had some frolics of fancy in my absence.
The more recent experience was substantially more strange than its predecessor.
Today I had it’s twin. That is, I had the twin experience to the more recent of the two. And it was equally strange.
If you were to read Screen Saver you would know about both of the predecessor experiences and be able to evaluate their relative strangeness for yourself.
The one today was as follows.
I was about 7 miles into a great – it turned out to be, 16 mile bike ride - and I suddenly discovered that I was somewhere else and fading. I won’t belabor the rest of the story, although it is fairly interesting, as much as I am able to remember it.
The end of the story is that I think I have returned.from wherever it is that I had lapsed to, although things – things such as who and where I am - continued to ebb and flow for most of the rest of the day.
All things considered, I like still being here.
But if there is good wine and stuffed zucchini from Vita’s in some other place, and if we go there when we finally fade, I guess going won’t be so bad.
Especially if my wife is there.
She doesn’t believe in this shit that I keep having happen to me.
An that is a comforting counterbalance to my vestigial Roman Catholic fears of an afterlife.