Death

“Blackness” still implies something. I think death is the absence of anything at all. Just like before you were born: there’s no consciousness, no awareness, no blackness. Simply nothing.

It is a time when I’m thinking a lot about my daughter’s future. She is growing up, and among the various considerations I make, there is one—clearly the least hoped for—that at some point in her life, she will grow up without me. I’m talking about his next recent life, because as far as I’m concerned, dying is the last thing I want to do. Inevitable, but final.