“From the time I’d been a precocious, skeptical child, the idea of simply winking out like a light, or a star, was more than enough to nearly paralyze me with existential misery. I knew I would cease to be, and yet I could not comfortably imagine a world without me in it. It’s a form of narcissism, sure, but how do we live from one day to the next without convincing ourselves of our own fallacious importance?”
