In 2018, I self-published 24 Minutes, the protagonist of which was a man my age who understood full well that he did not and could not know if his life would last another 24 minutes or another 24 years. That premise feels very real to me today as I ponder if I will live another 37 days: long enough for me to vote on November 3. That impending and solitary vote feels almost sacred to me, given that the outcome of the election is likely to determine whether or not it will be the last free and untainted vote I will ever cast – presuming that I live past November 3. On that day, I will be voting in favor of the U.S. Constitution and the Republic for which it stands: one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. THAT for me is the ONLY thing of significance that will be decided on November 3.
From the beginning of 24 Minutes: