All I ask from life, of which forty (to reach my biblically-allotted three score and ten), maybe fifty years are left to me, is to bear witness to the universe asking of it the many and more questions we pose. I’m content to be a doddering old man, anonymous and forgotten, if I can but get a further view into the cosmic ineffable. Ultimately, we are star dust and to star dust shall we return — I, for one, will be honored to burn until my death shakes the cosmos — and I’m pretty damn sanguine about that.

~ by Benji on September 6, 2017.

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