"As If you Could Kill Time Without Injuring Eternity"

(Thoreau)

Eternity is the enemy that has gotta die for human beings to live in accord with reason.
The one thing I don't want outliving me is eternity.
As soon as one bad thought or one miserable soul is permitted to hang on until it secures a home in that sweaty, black abyss, they all will.

This will seem like 'ad plures ire' but in practice it will be the same as waiting forever for a train while a baby cries and a disordered person weeps and a sick old man coughs.

And on the other hand. Why can't we be at home in death? "There is no death," Ivan Ilyich said to himself. Our lives would definitely be better.

I myself would be kinder to people I met, and if Tolstoy is not to be the cause in me of any practiced kindness, at least he's the cause of some ruminations on kindness. Kindness also gives you the sense of 'ad plures ire', because all kind people imagine themselves in a smug conspiracy with the universe and the universe's eternal promise of healing and renewal. This promise of healing and this conspiracy constitute a bond between human beings which reaches past religion, but not quite to the threshold of reason. It loops.