Don't Ask Questions You Don't Want The Answers To

Is this all there is for my life?

Oh, honey. Of course it is. The measure of your days has already been counted; the minutes enumerated. the hours stretched from dawn to dusk and through the long, cool night hours. Not a single one of us gets more; if there are other dimensions of existence or ways to step off this mortal coil into something other, no one's found safe passage yet.

But this is not something to despair about. You're tired and you've worked hard, and everything you're hoping fo...