The secret of life is death. Everything is about death, you see.” “Well, recently, yes,” agrees Joyce. “But surely not everything? That seems a bit much?” “In essence,” says Ibrahim. “Our existence only makes sense because of it; it provides meaning to our narrative. Our direction of travel is always toward it. Our behavior is either because we fear it or because we choose to deny it. We could drive past this spot once a year, every year, and neither the horse nor ourselves would get younger. Everything is death.”
