LOOKING BACK we die of everything and thousands of words rush past ahead of us lighter and freer now that we can't hold on to them looking back it's satisfying to realize we've become the future toward which all come tumbling who slog and fall and rise to fall forward again so much we wordless remember-- ah fever! how it burned us up as loved ones wept all around the bed and joints agonized as if they were trying to pull apart fever! it was life itself going faster and pulling along even those deep cells we thought we'd hidden from work concerns have to etc. leaving us at last too involved even for speech