Comforts surround us as we walk through an illusion. We believe that we need the things we have acquired, but in truth they mean little. Material things fade as dust and blow away. At the end of the day when twilight calls, what do they really matter. Photographs are but memories that will fade. Soft blankets and good food are all part of the illusion. When the mortal shell begins to wither as a flower at the end of a summers day, and we travel from our short piece of time. Our place in the sun goes to another and all that we have achieved will be put down in one blip of time. As things go, stars and mountains will be here long after we have faded into the dust from which we came. So why do we fight so hard against the inevitable, when it is time to leave this world?