Aurel's laurels

I drove up to Bolton to have my tooth extraction checked. On the right of the road there was a large dead tree. How unlucky the tree was, I thought, not to have been aware, as I am, that it would die. I've talked about this here before, but I don't think that I would enjoy all the moments of this wonderful life, even when I have a stomach ache, as much, if I did not remind myself as often as possible, that "tomorrow we may die".