”No scheme could have
been more agreeable to Elizabeth, and her acceptance of the invitation was most
ready and grateful. ``My dear, dear aunt,'' she rapturously cried, ``What
delight! What felicity! You give me fresh life and vigor. Adieu to
disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?
—Jane Austen, Pride and
Prejudice
Indeed, men are nothing
to rocks and mountains. The stars are oblivious to them. Who will have the last
laugh? Yet, so many people think that the world revolves around them. One day
our bones shall turn to dust. The cemeteries are full of indispensable people.
Yet, somehow the world still goes on.
