One Hundred Ninety-One

None of us will get out of this alive. I wonder whether it matters. Our lives are so short and, for the most part, so inconsequential to humankind, to the planet, to the vast and unknowable universe. But a few lives matter to a few more. Maybe that’s the breadth of our impact on the world and the only meaning that matters. Small and focused, our lives are raindrops against spider webs; they disappear without leaving more than a temporary trace.