In the meaning that we die

I do not know where I could have been if I could not do this strange work. It has saved my life many times over the years, and it still does now. For a moment, my body heads toward disaster, and my mind is elsewhere, focused on this other crucial task, which is to tell you something meaningful before I leave. Because my happiness is unmatched when I write, or think about writing, or look at the world as a writer, and it has been so from the beginning.