Life is sweet and we cling to it, but it’s entirely possible that humans won’t make the evolutionary cut. Would this be tragic? No. Well we know that nothing lasts. Therein lies the sweetness.
I can read about honey until the bovines are back but until I put it on my tongue, I remain a well-informed idiot on honey. What I know is not what I think.
If it weren’t for endings, we’d be swallowed whole by an irremediable boredom.
Without exception, we are all dying, and it is this fact that imbues life with its ineffable sweetness.
“It is not possible to live well today unless you treat it as your last.”
The sweetness of life is its temporariness.