truth

This morning I was pondering life and death and truth and mortality whilst sitting in traffic on the 5, when the following thought came into my head and I found it both clarifying and comforting: If Frank FUCKING Sinatra can die, ANY OF US CAN DIE -- and the Universe goes on...expanding and shimmering and delivering up dreams, donuts, douchebags, diet pills, Diego Riveras, dibbuks, dilettantes, Dewey decimals, and dicks.