My roommate has a brain tumor.

It's all well and good to think that you are appreciating life. Then, you see daily, how short life can be. Suddenly, you feel gifted beyond imagining that you have time to see the world and be a part of it. My roommate struggles with his brain tumor. Everyday it takes a little more of his reality away. He has had two focal seizures in two days, and a grand mal seizure within 7 days. Lord almighty, if I only believed in a finite universe I would be in trouble. I don't, but I cannot pressure him to think ahead, to the next life, or the next level.

Instead, I am feeding him bratwurst and potatoes. We will toast to the small increments of life tonight, that calculus of living time in which we exist.

But, my heart aches. So much world, so little time.