Do you think about death? I believe that, at one time or another in our life, all us do. We really cannot avoid it: we're conscious, we're finite, we're almost inherently inclined to view this life as the most important thing.
From some standpoints, it is. Whether one believes in an afterlife or not, we usually tend to view this life, this present existence, as that which demands our highest commitment and loyalty. In many ways, it is the ultimate value.
So what happens when we face its end? In "Wit," a play by Margaret Edson, we follow the last days of an English professor as she fades away from ovarian cancer. Once a leading scholar of John Donne, she is now reduced to a body in a bed, her life now nearly gone. No longer is she the star, no longer is she acclaimed. In her final minutes of existence, she remarks, "It came so quickly, after taking so long. Not even time for a proper conclusion."
How powerfully does death level our sense of time, space, and place. Did life even matter?
What do you think?