I am grateful to the master of my fate that my life has been relatively free from fear. I was seldom bullied (my height exceeded that of my peers most of my life) and those who bullied me feared physical or social repercussions. But that is a gift, not a reason to brag.
But now in old age it is closer than before. Why? We should not attempt something in life that can bring defeat—it is not wise. I still wince from one such attempt, but can rest in the knowledge that the maker of all, of the universe and my environment, saw my true, deep motive.
This peace in old age is the partial motive for leading a good life. The full motive is that of a promised eternal life. If life has been good, why not jump at the chance to continue forever. And who would disprove it?
Civilization 