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I found myself face down on a beach last week, contemplating my mortality and talking to no one in particular, as there was no one in particular in my immediate vicinity. Or even not so immediate.

I was pretty much alone, in fact, sprawled across rocks gleaming with foam from the North Atlantic, which seemed to inspire my philosophical side.

“At least I’ll die in Scotland,” I said out loud to the seagulls, who didn’t appear to be paying any attention at all. I pondered this idea for a bit before I stood up, noting a long scrape on my forearm and a hole in my favorite jeans, minor...