“Life has meaning because death exists. We love the good times in life because they’re fleeting, because we know they will soon be replaced by something else. But death itself is nothing to be afraid of. It’s a natural part of life, the natural closure that everything builds to. Working in a nursing home has taught me that: We’re all lunatics on a big space rock, pretending to be sane, pretending we can fix everything, pretending we won’t die.”
