Man wants unity. With everything.
He yearns for unity with his Creator and experiences the divine symptom of unity: intuition.
He lusts for unity with another and experiences the carnal symptom of unity: pleasure.
He craves for unity with the infinite void and experiences the transient symptom of unity: time.
To the mortal, intuition is timeless, pleasure is fleeting, and time is quite literally everything.
Man’s desires are sufficiently intense to warp his understanding of reality.
Man is a creature of habit. He assumes that the foregoing will continue and he is often correct. But when man’s expectation is violated, he must remind himself of his own mortality, for recognizing, understanding, and actually believing in one’s mortality is a sufficiently mighty impetus for action to render any disappointment not worthy of deliberating upon.
Man’s desire for the next moment is so fundamental, so essential to his contentedness that the realization that it will not transpire is perhaps literally inconceivable.
The expectation of death not only quells the grief – no matter how grave - born of misplaced expectation but also inspires disciplined, rightful, productive action.
Doing the best thing requires expecting that the inconceivable may really actually happen next, which is impossible. So do the next best thing, tender reader. Try.