No matter how wealthy or wise you become or what fortress or castle you superfluously encase thyself in or how much moolah thy greedy, optic nerve encompasses to live a few more years, you're still gonna croak, pal. The length of time it takes a weee gnat to swallow her weee phood, that's precisely how long our weee existence is: to-the-point of the TRI-angle when we'll be judged based on how worthy our lives were. Personally?? I have absolutely no fear of my judgment: fulla abundant faith, superSEEDinjury, and steadfastly carrying my Cross to The End, while moreNmore of U.S. cannot break-away from what the Liar sed. Nevertheless, compared to our weee lives, the TRI-angle is a deliberate incomprehensibility prepared by our Father in Heaven, towering for decillions and nonillions of eons and then summore, a rock-solid-standard of persuasion to the savvy Asians. AGAIN, like I described in our three novels, we have how long on this earth? 88? 97? 111? meeesly years? If you're as smart as I in my head injuredness, you'll see that ain't that long to decide --- Like a mighty mountain range crumbling when the lovely dove barely scrapes it on Her flight each year, that, too, is how long eternity is (to skratch down the mountain into nuthin). Amen to pi...