I've lived my life as if I were my wife packing for a trip—I'll need this and that and I can't possibly do without that! But now I'm about what can be done without. I just need a thin valise. There's no place on earth where I can't unpack in a flash down to a final spark of consciousness. No place where I can't enter the joyless rapture of almost remembering I'll need this and I'll need that, hoping to weigh less than silence, lighter than light.