Steve Irwin, Crocodie Hunter, is dead at 44, apparently from having taken a stingray barb to the heart while filming a documentary off the Great Barrier Reef.
And so it goes.
Is this what life is like? One by one the people we know and the people we know of, the names and faces who’ve populated our world, go away? Bits and pieces of the world we know break off and drift away, until eventually we go away too, following them into that dark nothing? Is there really no meaning other than this? Nothing to look forward to but cancer, heart attack, kidney failure, dementia, and an ever-decreasing circle of friends and acquaintances as everyone we’ve ever known and everyone we’ve ever heard of passes on, until ultimately death seems better than being alone in a world surrounded by unknowable and uncaring strangers?
Crikey, indeed.
[...] Steve Irwin, sadly, is still dead. The stingray is still at large. [...]