It’s just about all we think about, isn’t it? We eat so we won’t die. We mate so that our seed will live on. Create art build skyscrapers so that our names will be remembered for centuries.We live our short frantic, fearful lives, twisting this way and that. Music and ambition. Making up gods, afterlives, all to keep our eyes off that immovable, impassable, diamond-hard retaining wall that is death, realizing it will splatter our brains … like eggs.
