Life is short and has to end: "Time is slipping underneath our feet". That's the unavoidable truth. The best we can do is to enjoy ourselves while we can. But at least we get the chance to experience it at all, here, now, on a sunny summer Friday, the first days of August. You must grieve for this right now you have to feel this sorrow now for the world must be loved this much if you’re going to say, “I lived”.