We fear an enemy that, perhaps more than anything else, makes our lives significant. The will to see our projects extended makes us human and means that we are likely to want to fight death when it comes. It’s as if we are attending a fantastic party and are told we have to leave. We don’t want to go. But neither, really, do we want it to last forever. It would be unbearable if it did. Part of what makes the party so good is that it comes to an end.
