No, this is not another reminder that I would welcome any comments you may like to post on this blog concerning these Reflections (though if you do take the hint, so much the better).  This time I want simply to share with you, in view of my age (76 and risin’), my quietude concerning my death, “destined” to happen probably sooner than yours (some clichés, devoid of meaning, cleverly reinforce silly beliefs).  For some time I’ve been saying that I’ve had a good run.  Right now I feel on top of the world, though it wouldn’t take much to put me six feet under.  For the foreseeable future, I don’t expect any scientific break-through is going to lengthen significantly my life-expectancy.  Whether it’s one or twenty-five years from now, I will soon be one of the faithless departed.  Then it will be your turn (at the time of writing, it seems to be Nelson Mandela’s).  Make the most of the time you have left.  It is worse than a cliché, but the past is no more and for all of us pretty soon there will be no future.  That’s the way it is.  “God” has absolutely nothing to do with it.  Just carpe the diem.  That’s what I’ll be doing for as long as I have.  I hope you will too.