You want to know something? We are still in the Dark Ages. The Dark Ages—they haven’t ended yet.
To the as-yet-unborn, to all innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: Watch out for life.
The late twentieth century will go down in history, I’m sure, as an era of pharmaceutical buffoonery.
That is my principal objection to life, I think: It is too easy, when alive, to make perfectly horrible mistakes.
If a person survives an ordinary span of sixty years or more, there is every chance that his or her life as a shapely story has ended, and all that remains to be experienced is epilogue. Life is not over, but the story is.