Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen. Life has to be given a meaning because of the obvious fact that it has no meaning. Decay is inherent in all compounded things. Strive on with diligence. I am part of all that I have met.
People die all the time.
Just like that. Why, you could wake up dead tomorrow. Well, good night. Well, I'm no psychoanalyst sir, but maybe the bleak, lonely, pointless, emptiness of our hopeless, futile predicament is beginning to get to him. We feel affinities not only with the past, but also with the futures that didn't materialise, and with the other variations of the present that we suspect run parallel to the one we have agreed to live in.