I know a galaxy...

Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, is that we will sacrifice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems and taboos in order to deny the fact of death, the only fact we have. And in this sense, I am no better. I am so utterly terrified of it that I sometimes find myself paralysed with fear. I have been told I should learn to rejoice in the face of death and decide, indeed, to earn my final farewell by confronting with passion the conundrum of life; a small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return.