One of the ironies of life is our obsession with death. We love it, hate it and fear it in equal measure. And you know why? Because it’s beautiful.

Death is so beautiful because it is the only real certainty there is. It is a finality, an absolute. An unwavering assurance of an end.  A non-lie. A full stop.

It is our one great truth.

(First drafted 13 November 2006; revised February 2010)