“I experienced a terrible sense of my own mortality as it struck me that during my life I would only remove and replace my glasses a specific number of times. The thought filled me with sombreness to the extent that I began to weep, removing my glasses so that I could wipe my eyes, thus adding one more to whatever the final number would have been; the realisation of which cheered me. - A spectacular tale” DepressionGlassesMortalitySpectaclesPersepective Book:Can I Come Down Now Dad? Source: Can I Come Down Now Dad?