There is not, but one certainty in life. Yet we frail creatures, unaltered by great spaces of time, go about our lives planing out even the most simple of details. Governments make great alliances to insure a prosperous future.
People lead industrious careers in the hope of securing a place in history.
Parents dream of their unborn children with the belief that blessed are the deserving. Blessed are the faithful. We shield our thoughts from this sad promise, and fain shock until grieving gives us shelter from its occurrence. No planning is required to bring the savior of the infirm. Their time to die.