Random babbling

I've been thinking about the inherent issue of death and decay; I suppose since I see it enough. The futility of healing, the elusiveness of cure. You know, one thinks about making this world a better place, but it sometimes becomes difficult to see that happening. The difference between sympathy and empathy has always lain a little too closely, and I am not sure if I have run dry of both, leaving little left for anything else. Maybe I'm not meant for medicine....