We have perfect foreknowledge of nothing, and of the most crucial everything: Death is coming. And so, it is unparalleled praise that you regard the delight of our love as greater than the agony of its necessary passing. The gall of departure will swallow the sweetness of embrace, but your open arms beckon all the more. It is the purest affirmation of my humanity that you unhesitatingly chose to mourn me, when such mourning was foreseen. So too will I mourn you and countless others.