We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state, from which the vast majority have never stirred.
– Richard Dawkins
I know that some days will be better than others, but I feel really down today. I’m not even entirely sure why– I had a good evening last night with some excellent friends and I’ve been getting enough sleep. For some reason I just feel morose. I’m having a hard time focusing on things, and I am more easily irritable than usual. I think it may have something to do with Katy’s birthday being this Friday, at least in part. Everything just feels so void without her. Continue reading