Confluence of events here. Mrs. C., whose best friend is dying, was distraught last night about how the friend and others she relies on are all older than she and so she will have to face their deaths. Probably so, I said, and paraphrased Accuweather’s Joe Bastardi’s tag line (“Enjoy the weather, it’s the only weather you’ve got”) as: “Enjoy the moment, it’s the only moment you’ve got.”
Because we live in the present, always. The past is beyond retrieval and the future never arrives. Or as John Stuart Mill put it in 1874 (found in Jack McDevitt’s space opera Seeker, which I’m reading at the moment, so to speak): “The past and the future are alike shrouded for us: We neither know the origin of anything which is, nor its final destination.” What a life. The only one we’ve got.
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