Light Reading

We bang into each other clumsily and think we've shared a sublime moment, but it's all an illusion. When I die my life will be as much of a mystery to those around me as it was at birth. Our last real connection to another human being is severed when the doctor cuts our umbilical cord. The story is easily understood: Separation. Isolation. Alienation. Realization. Death. It all makes for light reading.