"...the bourgeois individual perishes ingloriously..." - Reinhold Niebuhr Nothing like going down in flames to warm the soul. Or, perhaps a slow decay should draw more attention as atom after atom zip off into the realm of the ether. One eternity becomes another in each moment in time; one particularity an opportunity for the next. We study some moments as if they were more eternal than others; points in time where death visited with fanfare and fingers pointed, astonished, like death had never happened before. The last act of God in history may very well be a fizzle but that does not mean that nothing in the here and now should not make some sort of sense to the ones perishing.