I am keenly aware that one day I will cease to be. In fleeting moments, I view a whirl of fascinating people and ideas through windows of opportunity, and revel in the miracle of a rainbow across a highway. No matter how any day turns out, I feel complete and right. I recently meditated on what my afterlife might look like. What I saw was simply all of the people I care about, and a lot of laughter. Maybe love IS all that matters. ...love, and some harmless fucking around.