It is this, here and now, that we have. All the other-worldliness that my catholic mother promised me may not be. We have these days and these bodies to live. That was our philosophy. Why we danced and loved and created and did all that we could. Even if it wasn’t much. We were justified in that we were making do with what we had. So that when we were exhausted, we were satisfied, and did not need anymore and could sleep. And at the end of a life, we hoped to feel the same: satisfied, and ready to die.