In some ways they seem like competing holidays: love vs. death.
Yet those of us who are conscious must realize, sometimes in moments that pierce us through, that all we love will be lost until we ourselves are lost.
We use a variety of ways to numb ourselves, to let us forget that reality for a moment or an evening.
Some of us adopt practices to keep us mindful of our dusty destiny.
Some of us can only face this message once a year.
Remember that you are dust, and to dust you shall return.