I Suppose It Beats Knowing the End
We die. I don’t suppose I need to tell you that. We’re gifted an indefinite amount of time as living, growing, sentient beings. Then, one day … poof. Either gracefully or willingly, unwittingly or unwillingly. Gone. Memories wiped. Legacies to be determined.
In between, we’re expressions of varying degrees of injustice, unfairness and inhumanity. We make…