“I do not ask to live to a hundred,” my aunt would say, for she preferred to have no definite limit fixed to the number of her days.“
Excerpt From
Marcel Proust, “Swann’s Way”
The unimaginable approaches each of us in a novel and unusual way. Some propose (or pretend) a callous indifference. Others seek to circumscribe the unknown by single-minded dedication to what they believe is calculated advantage. Some simply abandon the prospect either by ignorance or metaphysical elucidation. Whatever the aforethought no matter how purposeful or reckless it may be, the accepted awareness is that there isn’t one. We all know of those who have been removed from this indefinable sphere too soon and others who have lingered far beyond expectation. We all share that limitless prospective.