But is it worth trying to die happy? If you've a raging fever, you're coughing blood and drowning in your own fluids, with only hours to live, are you going to feel like meditating? Would you even be able to meditate in that state?
Meanwhile, Hotboy has taken time off from his blisswork and his research on congenital disturbance to set up a money-spinning meditation web site in Edinburgh. The idea seems to be that he appears on webcam chanting "Susquhanna", and hypnotises people to send in their credit card numbers.
He kindly invited me to manage the site and make a fortune, but if I lived in Scotland I'd spend any profits on getting out of my brain, anything to blot out miserable Celtic reality.
Here on UnHeard Island, I can run around naked for 6 months of the year, drink free beer and gaze longingly at naked penguins on the beach. That's why I haven't needed Ra Bliss up to now, but once the penguins here start dropping like flies with the old H5N1, it will only be a matter of time before one of them infects me, and I'll probably start praying to Susquhanna in desperation.
