One day, I will die. My life here will come to an end. I say that not to be morbid, but to state the obvious. Whatever I am doing in that final moment, wherever I am, when I die, I will leave my life in media res. The relationships I have cultivated will still be in motion. The consequences of the words and deeds I have said and done will still trail out behind me. All the work of my life, all the love I have given, will finally end incomplete. If I have any material goods to leave to my estate, they will dwindle away, parceled out here and there. My legacy, whatever it may be, will pass out of my hands. All that I have, all that I am, will end with much still left to do.