Comment by helmholtz

Brilliant. I've been obsessed with death since a close family member had a heart attack (and lived). In your twenties, with any luck, you will not get acquainted as intimately with loss as you will later in life. But when you do, everything else seems immaterial in the face of, as John Mellencamp put it, us standing "on this single print of time". It gives you a panic, an anxiety, about climbing the wrong ladder, about not having enough time for climbing multiple ladders, but most of all, about time running out for your parents and grandparents. This article helps me realise that perhaps with enough brute force, one may yet come to accept finiteness.