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Foreword
We have an unprecedented degree of freedom in choosing what we want
to learn and how we want to live. However, the opportunity comes
at a time of widespread uncertainty as to how we should interpret
life and which way of knowing or living best. Should we follow
the life validated by reason alone or pursue the path guided by
our inner experiences as well? In this book Richard Lem, a talented
retired academic counselor and a gifted artist, shares his insights
gained from experiences which he calls 'pop experiences'. Although
throughout his life, he attempted to discern what these 'pop
experiences' meant, it took an apparently fatal illness to internalize
the relevance of these experiences. Often tainted with misconceptions,
these 'pop experiences', Richard emphasizes, remain by the sideways
as we pass through life's many passages. It is only through
self-examination and self-evaluation that one recognizes the
connection between these insights and the purpose of life.
One of the strengths of this book is the absence of generalizations.
For example, instead of listing and labeling various characteristics
of these intuitive flashes, he describes his inner encounters,
highlights his own reactions, and ultimately shares his wisdom.
Also notable is the near absence of value judgment of other forms
and avenues of experiences. Readers are left to do their own
judging. One conviction does emerge. We are partners in a process
called life, which is continuous and eternal. Those who read this
book will have a rare opportunity to reevaluate their own experiences
in the light of Mr. Lem's insights.
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As I reflect on my life and objectively look at my current
situation, I look back on a conversation that took place nearly
41 years ago. The conversation was between the impresario of
the Balderas Bullring in Juarez, Mexico, and two Americans from
across the border in Texas.
The place was La Sevillana, a small cafe across the street
from the bullring. I was the guest of the impresario. As we
ate huge steaks and sipped red wine, the conversation switched
from the art of the bullfight to the cruelty. One American
remarked that cruelty negated the art. I remember the look
on Senor Gomez's face. He had heard it before, taking a long drag
on his cigar before replying slowly in perfect English. "Unlike
the cattle in slaughterhouses, the fighting bull thinks he's
winning right up to the end."
I'd like to think I'm winning.
I'm Dying, But I'm Not Sick
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