I think that the really happy people, and I do believe that there are som, some who don't fall in the ignorant category) are the ones who realise that life has no ultimate value but have managed to, somehow, create value. I'm a romantic of sorts; I believe that value is created with others (or another).

My life had no lasting love; my life has no value.

I'll die, sooner than later, and I'll die unloved. I just went through that with the closest thing that I had to a friend. It amazed me how fast things went after I found his body. The landlord emptied his apartment less than a 16 hours afterward, he was autopsied less than 24 hours afterward and within 36 hours he was cremated and buried.

I guess that I had expected things to go more slowly: I had read a NYT feature earlier this year about a lone man being found dead in his apartment in NYC. They wrote of who was responsible for going through his things, the time that it all took. Not here.

Not here.