Or to be less political, each day our bodies more infinitesimally fail us. Every breath is a breath closer to the last breath. To some, this might sound like a way to peace. A way out of the difficulties of our lives. To others, the very idea of death is horrific. Something to not even whisper about.
It doesn't matter what we think of death. We will die, regardless. We will fail, just as the shutter on this camera has, but before we do, what moments of light will we be capable of? What good might we affect?
And what darknesses?