Gravity
“I won’t last much longer,” he said. “It’s the gravity that’s getting me.” He leaned forward just a bit at the waist and said, “See how it’s pulling me down?”
It’s the gravity that gets us all in the end, and then keeps us in place. Gravity is an argument against there being an afterlife, as much trouble as we have with it while were alive, tugging at us constantly, being dead we have no way to fight back. It holds us in place while the critters pick at our bones.
“Gravity has spoiled my golf game too,” he said. “I give the ball a whack and gravity pulls it back to earth a lot sooner than it used too. I think gravity is getting stronger,” he said. “You probably don’t notice it since you’re younger, but I do.”
The gravity theme was repeated several times during the evening and all in reference to being ninety years old, and how it was killing him.
“Food tastes like crap,” he said. I don’t really give a damn what I eat anymore, and with the gravity tugging at me all the time the food just forms a lump in my stomach.”
“I feel like Sisyphus,” he said, “I’ve been pushing that rock up the hill for ninety years now, not as long as Sisyphus, but a long time, and sometimes I feel like just letting it go. Like the bumper sticker says, ‘Obey Gravity, It’s the Law’.”