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F“The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.” Mark Twain As those of you that read my essays are all too aware, I am that anomaly among the Scot/Irish in that rather than being concise I tend to be wordy, even to the extreme of verbosity at times. This being the case, I often generate what I would consider good ideas, or a written stream (in some cases a steaming pile) of thought that I have great difficulty parting with. Editing, revisions, rewrites all require an author to extract, delete, and sometimes even violently remove the resistant pieces of otherwise good composition. Renowned writer Stephen King referred to it as, “killing one’s darlings.” I say all this to confess that I keep many of these; some, well, are just too good to throw away, and I certainly don’t think I need to “kill” them.