It is good the dead grow short

Some religions bury, others prefer to give back to nature with a certain amount of fury: I do not know if they mean to show their anger or they simply like fireworks, but they manage to put in a veil of sorrow–the fortunes they are inheriting apparently forgotten–and shed a few tears and return home. In a few days, they are like none of this had ever been.

But more of it has occurred, especially if we looked at the problem from the eyes of another fellow, party to neither of these, and observe the former. They bury, which means for a long time to come the fact that that person is occupying some part of the Earth–even if only below it–cannot be argued upon. { Continue }