In the end, we may have a moment, or moments, or a few hours. Or it may be so abrupt that
—just at this point, many, taking their god into their own hands, would interject the phrase in the imperative mode, "God forbid!", as if to dull the sharp edge of their almost unimaginable, almost unspeakable thought—
no moment is given. In any case, make plans for the moment, or take forethought now for the abrupt end. Recall the pregnant moments of life with the other. Talk with the other now about which moments stand out, pop up like an ad on the computer screen? Are such thoughts, summary judgments, vital memories, possible in the final moments? We shall see. Not au revoir, but, farewell —I would say adieu, but that would be ironic for me.
(Last updated on January 30, 2006 )