The Honest Courtesan

Every year on this day for the past 12 years, I have written about the inevitability and goodness of Death, and reminded my readers that “…every single thing in the Cosmos is mortal, and will pass away in its time.  [Organisms and empires alike] rise, thrive, decline, and fall, to be replaced by younger ones which then decline and fall in their time…crumbling into dust and passing first into memory, then legend, and eventually beyond the horizon of sentient knowledge.”  That includes this tradition; I have, I think, already said enough in the past, and you can find an index of those in last year’s post for the day.  I do, however, wish to add one bittersweet thought:  Though all things must pass, none are so ephemeral as those good times with good friends that, in retrospect, seem almost magical.