As one gets older thoughts turn to human mortality. All of us dies - this is more certain than BREXIT day.
One poem, spoken to a young child, that hits me is by Gerard Manley Hopkins, a metaphysical poet. You may know it. We are on this earth for a very short time really. Deep down, our mortality hits us in the pit of our stomachs. Are we really just dust?
See https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44400/spring-and-fall
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3 Apr 2019
10 Jan 2017
The Road Not Taken - NOT amateur radio
As I get older, I must think about things more. Often I wonder what life would have been like had I taken a different fork in the road: gone to a different university, done that PhD, taken a different job, not had children, married someone else, taken the job offer in California and so on. I expect everyone wonders this sort of thing. In a multiverse, maybe we do follow all possibilities but we are not aware of them. I often wonder.
See http://www.bartleby.com/119/1.html .
See http://www.bartleby.com/119/1.html .
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