Observations
We are left with snapshots
In a silly movie, the character who represents death questions a dying lady to find out about life, and she answers that all we are left with are memories. Perhaps this is true. The striving, the need for control and understanding, the creation of our own mythologies, answering the whys of life, questioning the relationship of cause and effect, become less important and we are left with snapshots of various places and experiences, each having their own flavor, smell, mood, temperament, and imprint on our beings that goes beyond description.