What a peculiar prison sentence is this thing we call life. Each of us appears to have been born into captivity, a death sentence hanging over us, only the actual date of our ‘execution’ unknown. We are shackled to these bodies – bodies that are not of our choosing (otherwise, I’d have chosen the Brad Pitt model, right?) – the prison staff composed of the family and friends who await our arrival at the delivery room gate. Through sheer happenstance…