A World of Speculation

The Internet knows all, sees all, predicts everything.

The Death Clock tells me that my personal day of death is Friday, Oct. 14, 2033. It’s an average, of course, not a prediction, but the 29 years it predicts that I have left are reason for a reflective pause.

The saints say that remembrance of death gives a person a taste of what’s important in life. If the time I have left is counting down so quickly, then, in theory, every moment will be something to savor and to spend for the ultimate value.

Whether that will get though my thick skull is a different question, but have a look at the death clock.