1. Born to die, from our first scream we fight it you never know we bastards want to live forever. The death rate is 100% (unless you count Enoch and Elijah) but in atheism we trust until it gets on towards midnight and the sun's laughing in China singing his song of triumph over every man of woman born. Listen children to a story that was written since the garden we all fell out of and became workers and bankers and doctors and such. When is there time enough? How long? How long until the Death Demon dressed in blue stands at your door and you find you don't live no more? What kind of insurance do you have? What kind of will have you written? Listen children the good Lord ain't gonna let you live forever. Pedalling downwards through light and memory I come to a choice between an easy ride through quiet dreaming cows and the spiral up into the hills beckoning hills that, once climbed have only other hills on the other side. Canted forward I lean into the choice and pedal up toward my idea of hills toward a horizon that remains infinitely far away. "I love you I would die for you let me count the ways." "Beloved, until the sun ceases rising I will stand by your side." I will be the dawn the herald of the sun your love for me."