We do not get to choose how we are going to die. Or When.
We can only decide how we are going to live. Now.
I came to love you too late, Oh Beauty, so ancient and so new... What did I know? You were inside me, and I was out of my body and mind, looking for you... You called to me and cried to me; you broke the bowl of my deafness; you uncovered your beams, and threw them at me...