Now I've passed Seventy the question of the end of life becomes more interesting ...
The standard ideas revolve around the options of a strait switch-off or continuation
in some other mode, with a variety of forms (heaven, hell, purgatory ...)
for the latter. But our living experience of time is itself richer than this.
There are also timeless moments, like Wordsworth's "I saw .. a host of
golden daffodils". Certainly my own life seems to develop moments of wider
awareness and of thinner time. So I wonder if the same might be the case in the