On March 10, 1993, the author underwent his second open-heart surgery. Diary is a year’s worth of events, thoughts, incentives, and reactions to, that came about in the wake of this highly traumatic experience in one’s life. It records that life not only goes on without bothering to slow down; it rather picks up its speed while expanding on its subjects. Night driving, beach thunder storm, snow winter storms, car repairs; indoctrination, religion, immortality, funny bone; small man vs. corporate man, citizen vs. cop, near-death moments vs. reality, poems; seemingly racist, opinionated, slanted, color red; Europeans and the scourge of the world; times when Pepsi was still another Cola; no subject is a taboo. When gas was $1.30 for a gallon of unleaded super. Entries are dramatized somewhat, yet faithful to the spirit of the events treated. Some could be cut out and pasted on a refrigerator door, such as “Ridicule is an offshoot of arrogance, arrogance of superiority, and superiority of ignorance (page 332).” The anchor event is the author’s car crash that might or might not have led to his aortic valve’s replacement. And it is the event that conceived the Diary, in retrospect notwithstanding. The event that also gave birth to philosophical essays not normally expected to be triggered by. Almost twenty years since, is the history repeating itself? Back then, “rain forest” replaced “jungle,” today “climate change” replaces “global warming.” Whom are we kidding?