When the cosmos at last recalls components it had loaned me, and the pull on inner quantum space of dark matter's gravity becomes far too compelling, I must make the final journey. Stay the requiem for those who care, don’t chant your prayers for me: my Heaven has been here and now, with reason my Holy See. I’ve savoured life with gusto, proud, and superstition-free. I’ve drunk of life’s heady wine, through seasons glad and tragic, but dealt with it all in my own way, reasoned, but idiosyncratic. I pass, having fully lived this moment of wonder and magic.