Ars longa vita brevis

Death is like sunset, which is only an appearance.
For what is sunset here is sunrise beyond...

This is a picture i did not take, of a newly widowed artist stroking the camel toes between her fingers as she casually explains her loss of a loved one to hungry rocks 50 feet below a climbing cliff and she explains her solitude from a small sage brush that grows where he died in the image on the wall.