I think very much as Little Hawk does. I shall pass to death and the ecstasy of the Goddess until it shall please Her to find me another box of tricks to house the essential me.

I hope too to meet my beloved again, in the next one.

In the meantime, as a faded Flower Child, the three bits of advice posted in another thread apply :

never waste the chance to pee ;

never trust a fart ; and

never ignore a hard on (chance'd be a fine thing !).