There is an inherent tragedy in life to which we all succumb and all experience. To find love and to lose it in death. To find success and lose it in death. To secure hope, privilege, advance, learning, friends and to lose in death. One part of me delights that this miserable, opinionated fantasist called humankind dies, the other part of me weeps for the loss of so much with that might have been. We are not given to ethical behaviour or wisdom, but we talk about them every hour of the day. We learned to count out loud, and count as nothing all that cannot be counted. We cannot buy a single hour of life and yet we sell those priceless hours a whole life long.
We look upon the ground and crawl, it is not true we learned to walk upright.