I want to tell you a story, that happened about ten years ago. An adult man, in his 30s, picked up the phone and learned that his father, who had just turned 61, had had a massive heart attack. The kind where he clinically died and was only revived by the fortune of having a first responder immediately behind his vehicle when it swerved off the road. The type of heart attack where he was in a coma in an ICU with no timeline for when he would wake up. A heart attack and subsequent coma that made it very possible, to that man, that his father would not wake up, or would wake up with only the barest of functionality. And that wasn't the only problem: that man was the caretaker of a relative with a degenerative condition, but as he got older, it seemed more and more likely that he wouldn't have the physical stamina to do so anymore. And so that man begin the process of travelling, and of also worrying about what he was going to say to a lot of lawyers and social workers. And on the long journey back

I believe in nothing
I am the fire that burns eternally
I am the fire that spreads quickly
I am the fire spares none

I am truly the everlasting flame
That which draws from what is eternal and absolute
I will burn as bright as if I were the sun itself
This is a certainty

I am the inferno that levels houses
As if they were always dense and moist nature
Whence my fire flourishes
For easily does wood catch ablaze

The concept of nihilism