I am sometimes accused by bloggers, and often gently told by friends, that I am inclined to view life, and particularly life in Guyana, through a glass not darkly, but one beautifully rose-coloured. Some of these same friends also wonder why I write often about death.
Of course, glorying in life’s wonders and at the same time understanding their fundamental impermanence are not mutually exclusive. Knowing that something you possess by the purest of chances will one day disappear immensely increases its value in the meantime.
