The farther I get in life's journey, the more I think about the impermanence of things. I look out my front door and think of people who have walked through it over the years, my parents and friends who have died, children who have grown, parents of those children whom we haven't seen in years. When my father passed away more than a decade ago, it finally hit me that death brings dissolution - as Shakespeare put it, our too, too solid flesh does indeed melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew. Everything we know and have known will someday disappear and be no more, including ourselves. Of necessity, I suppose, we tend to brush this realization aside, choosing instead to go on with our lives as if we will live forever, as if nothing really will change, focused on making our lives and the lives of our loved ones as secure as we can. And there's nothing wrong with that. To quote a man at least as wise as Shakespeare, we choose to "eat, drink and be merry, for to
Meditations on Law and Life