Muhammad brought the promise that anyone could find fulfillment and everlasting life through allegiance to the one true God. The Buddah held out hope that the suffering could be transcended. Jesus brought the message that even the last shall be first, that even the tax collectors and lepers - the outcasts - had cause for hope. And so that is the question I leave you with in this final: What is your cause for hope.

And yes, again, that was it exactly. A retyper and not a writer. A prodigy and not a genius.

I don't think pandemics make us afraid of death, I think they make us afraid of oblivion. They force us to grapple with the futility of effort. Also they make us barf which isn't fun either... Wash your hands, cover your coughs, and find a way to hold in balance the futility of effort with the necessity to struggle.

I may die young, but at least I'll die smart.

The world went on, as it does, without my full participation, and I only woke up from the reverie when someone said my name.

Our lives are composed of a finite set of moments that we choose how to spend.

I'm a grenade, I just want to stay away from people and read books, and think.