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.
Memory is not primarily a mental function. Memory constitutes as the body. When the body dies, memory dies too. Memory is weight. Excess of memory, excess of weight. Babies are what an absence of memory smells like.
Happiness is the readiness to die, the awareness that living is dying and that without death, there is no beauty, no sweetness.
Oh, what a world! Sex is out of the closet, death is under the bed.