On being ready to die, and yet also now being able to swallow slurries—including ice cream
Part of being ready to die comes, I think, from psychedelics; I wrote in “How do we evaluate our lives, at the end? What counts, what matters?”: "Bess (my wife) and psychedelics taught me to love, and the importance of love, and yet too soon now I must give everything back." There's a longer, yet-to-be-written…
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