[b]Tom Stoppard
Life in a box is better than no life at all, I expect. You’d have a chance at least. You could lie there thinking: Well, at least I’m not dead.[/b]
This ring a bell for anyone?
I mean, if Beethoven had been killed in a plane crash at twenty-two, the history of music would have been very different. As would the history of aviation, of course.
Let’s grapple with how different.
Life is a gamble, at terrible odds. If it were a bet you wouldn’t take it.
Not counting the ones who are dying to.
Eternity is a terrible thought. I mean, where’s it going to end?
The Big Bang 2.0?
We are tied down to a language which makes up in obscurity what it lacks in style.
Clearly a serious philosopher.
Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one, a moment, in childhood, when it first occurred to you that you don’t go on forever. It must have been shattering, stamped into one’s memory. And yet I can’t remember it.
Has anyone here actually pinned that down?