Gone

It is late, and while I am not feeling particularly melancholy - quite the opposite, in fact - I have found myself considering my own mortality lately. I suppose that is a thing that’s likely to happen when a plague is busy ravaging the land.

When I consider the stunning fact that I will one day not be present on this earth, I think about all the things I will miss; and then I am overcome with the sure knowledge that I will not miss them at all.

That is all the more astonishing to me.