The sun was in my hair, the winds rushing past my ears, the blue skies framed by the shimmering green of the canopy overhead, titillating the five senses without end. Beauty can sometimes allow one to forget how terrible things can be.

But the consolation comes not from the beauty of the world, but the transience of the it all; from the understanding that it will all end someday.

It is not that I do not believe in eternity or eternal existence. It is that I do not want to...