There is death, but there is also life. There is the Being-Born. This continues. And none of us know where all this is going or even, really, how all this is built. Both optimists and pessimists are wrong every day.
Outside of this blog, I keep my feelings to myself. This sort of thing scares the shit out of nearly everyone, with very few exceptions, and God knows I seem to feel more than many, and I think where I live most of the time would kill most people. Perhaps I am wrong, but I don’t think so, based on what I seem to see every day.