Life is not [...] going somewhere. The ends we imagine for it [...] are not ones that offer us what we think we want: an end to our troubles, an end to struggle and strife. What we want in wanting that [...] is simply death in one of its many forms. And that, in the end, we will surely find. With luck, when old and famous, and with our family around us, we are ready for it – as the gods promise Odysseus he will be.

Beautiful.