the Texas City disaster killed almost everyone within sight of the Grandcamp, including all but one member of the fire department. It leveled almost a thousand buildings, and knocked two airplanes out of the sky. Lots of people who assumed they were at a safe distance - it was just a ship on fire, no threat to the shore, right? - were well within the range of instant death.

I'm not far enough away to be safe during what's about to happen with Facebook.

“Make something beautiful before you are dead.”

“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”

“We who were living are now dying
With a little patience”

“You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.”

“Remember that you are dust.”

These are not rhetorical. They’re not someday. They are now.

From An Unkindness of Ghosts

"It'll all go to dust one day anyway. The sooner you know that, the better. Whether it's today, tomrorow, a million years from now. Why do you want so bad to be remembered? And by who? They won't ever know you. Not as good as I know you."