“There is nothing in this world that can trouble you more than your own thoughts”
So many family, friends, as well as the icons of my life, have passed. So many.
Just heard that Little Richard passed at 87.
It seems like every day another one bites the dust.
It’s beginning to get to me. Gnaws at me. More and more.
Facing my own mortality is part of it. But by no means the whole picture.
Through introspection, I realize the demon is a feeling of emptiness. Like some integral building block of my world is gone. For good. And so….I am measurably less.
Like….what’s the point? I look around and see less and less of the anchors of my time on the planet. A permanent void.
“There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.” – Ernest Hemmingway