What would you do if the world ended tomorrow? What and who would you take with you if you were stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere? What is important, what is essential in your life, or for your life?

Whatever it is, there is this instinct to do everything, to do whatever is necessary, to survive.

The tragedy is that no matter how hard we try, we’re going to fail. At the end of all of our efforts is failure.

The essence of human endeavour is existentialism. Making the effort despite the certainty of the unfavourable outcome.

Pádraig was smiling a few times today because his sense of humour is there as it has always been. He has a way of smiling at things that are obviously not working out the way they are supposed to.

I think: he has a lot to smile about in this life in which nothing is working out the way it is ‘supposed to”.

I wonder about where we are and where we’re going. I’ve said so often: we’ll never give up, we’ll never give in. We’ll keep going, we’ll keep trying, we’ll keep fighting.

To the end.