I'm getting my toenails removed. Something goes horribly wrong. I experience a blinding light, an amazing sense of calm, I'm hovering above the scene, looking down while doctors go to heroic efforts to save me. I cruise this long tunnel and when I pop out the other end, there's Uncle Wally and Grampa. Uncle Wally says "Hey, got that twenty bucks you owe me?" and then .::Lightning-and-Thunder!::. the Lord sayeth unto me, "It is not yet your time. Goeth thou back unto the surgery room and returneth not until thou haseth Uncle Wally's Twenty" and I wake up feeling all warm and gooey, secure in the knowledge that there is a God, that He loves me and that I'm going to Heaven after all—if humbled by the new knowledge that Art was right.The problem is that if I was hovering above the scene, I would have been able to see the lights, read the signs, etc. Nobody comes back remembering these things. If they were there, they would have seen themselves. Check. They would have seen the operating room. Check. They would have seen the machinery and equipment. Check. They would have seen the signs and colors and lights and so on. ErrrrrrnTTT! Thanks for playing, here's a copy of our home game….-----This board is beginning to sound like Art Bell's program. (Coast to coast?)ten
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