too scary to think about

2013.   What will it come to mean to us?   Life, both our individual lives and our collective life as a species, moves along way too fast to dare think about it.  It’s hard not to be a pessimist when the end of life appears, for all that we fantasize otherwise, to be death, pure and simple:  gone, that’s.  And we kind of know that’s true for our species, too.  We have a life span.   And we are acutely conscious of the decay we see along with the growth.  Pointless to be obsessed by it, I suppose.