The dead will not only “bury the dead,” but will RE-bury them over, and over, and over again; and indeed will actually live a greater part of their lives in the graveyard – weeping over the illusion of a past.
A man with regrets is a dead man standing.
Everybody has a palm pilot, (an electronic butler), implanted in their head that constantly reminds them of their life thus far, and dream-weaves a presumed, pertinent future.
A man with a tomorrow – died yesterday.
A man, who handed out maps, that perhaps pointed in the right direction, published them under the title: “One Mind: One Time: One Place.”
In the far away – mystic-hall of the far away – secret mystic-master, the great secret was:
Do it NOW.