Here and gone

The likelihood is very great that no one reading today’s post will see out the century. Billions upon billions have come and gone before us. In the face of this, what relevance is there in the story of me? Life is not about me. I am part of a much bigger story. Shall I ignore the fact that the light from this morning’s sun has travelled 93 million miles to vivify the 33 red flowers standing companionably together in the mustard-coloured vase just to the right of me?

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