Knowing that one dies has brought with it a peace that before was elusive to say the least… it is useless, if at times pleasurable, to fantasise about the future. It is not here and it is not known. In the same way the past is just that. Past. Gone. To be relinquished. 'What's done cannot be undone.' Now is what it's about. Life is still to be lived, suffered, enjoyed, battled over.