The possibility that you may actually MEET famous dead people may be the only rational basis for fearing death.
A glimpse by any other name
is still a glimpse.
Has anyone ever asked, “What’s going on here?” who really wanted to know?
There is this one ole hanger-around out near the high side of the Bushes who insists that time is feminine.
Don’t bother to live-and-learn if you’re not gonna bother to live.