How Things Stand

What did you mean by waving a single white flag to those on the yonder shore? Are you planning your escape route? I myself am rooted to this place. I will shut the final door without your help. I just hope the remaining sunlight is not us not eclipsed, because tomorrow I must return all the keys still in my possession. There is a small room in the Hotel just past Jackson Street where all the accounts are filed. Many have already been settled, but their ghostly paper presence lasts. Our accounts will stay active for another decade. A decade is not as long as you might imagine. Continually time speeds up, its huge maw swallows anything that lags behind. We do need a larger room in which to finish our business. It won't be long before Life Itself takes over. How much Life leaves behind for those of us still crawling between earth and heaven is unknown, but don't you expect generosity? Won't you be generous when your term swings around?