We go along on our merry way, never really giving it another thought.
What? Who died?
Oh no. He was so young.
The life expectancy is what? 85?
He died at 73?
What the hell?
Huh? She passed away? At 35?
Gee, I wonder what happened.
Don’t we get a warning before we face our last day on this earth?
Or are we as Stephen Hawking believes:
“We are just an advanced breed of monkeys on a minor planet of a very average star. But we can understand the Universe. That makes us something very special.”
We are special.
And our days are numbered.
Maybe it is a good thing we do not know when our life, on this minor planet will end.
It keeps us reaching for the star.
Who cares if it is an average star?
An average star is a special star, if you believe.
And for you, my friend, Ed, on your last day on this minor planet,
Reach out, as you ride on your final steel horse
And remember, you will always be loved, dead or alive.