Ayn Rand. We live (№ 323536)

It is clear that I will die. I understand. But I can't quite believe it. It's just weird. First life you think you are something very expensive and extremely beautiful like the sacred treasure. And now, when my life is on the wane, then there is no case. And most importantly - no one wants to understand what it means to me my life is my treasure and that it is something hidden that must be understood and evaluated. Frankly, I am not aware of all its values. We all need to figure something out, Kira. But what? What?