I
cannot pretend I am without fear. But my predominant feeling is one of
gratitude. I have loved and been loved; I have been given much and I
have given something in return; I have read and traveled and thought and
written. I have had an intercourse with the world, the special
intercourse of writers and readers.
Above
all, I have been a sentient being, a thinking animal, on this beautiful
planet, and that in itself has been an enormous privilege and
adventure.
In this letter to the world he continues to teach us in his living and his dying.
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