The Plague

I've been reading a book entitled "The Plague" for the past few weeks and have found myself thinking a lot about sickness and pestilence. Some of Camus' imagery in the book is gripping, and prompts some pretty in depth introspection.
On a similar note, with the sickness that has been occuring in our home recently, I have reflected on our own mortality much more than I normally do. I suppose that a good reflection on the brief nature of this mortal existence is good for the soul.