I’ve been mortal since the day I was born, exceptionally so. But an extended form of that noun — mortality, the state of being subject to death — has affected me like driving toward the Rockies: they’re there and seem fixed on the horizon like a cheap movie set, then, suddenly, you’re in them. No transition. No warning. No “tah-dah!” Suddenly you’re there, feeling every moment of your mortality.
Nothing lasts forever. Not me and certainly not this blog. We are all born to die. Yet if anything outlasts me, I’d like it to be Agincourt or the idea it represents. If anything gets even close to the state of immortality, it’s an idea and I’m very lucky to have had one.