Oliver.

‘In the country, far from the lights of the city, I saw the entire sky “powdered with stars” (Milton).

It was this celestial splendor that suddenly made me realize how little time, how little life, I had left. 

My sense of the heavens’ beauty, of eternity, was inseparably mixed for me with a sense of transience – and death.’

Gratitude [2015]

The graceful and transient words of Oliver Sacks, writing in the months prior to his transition.