Unlike other species we ponder as well as practice the business of being alive. But no sooner have we learned to take existence in our stride than it becomes necessary to change step in order to fathom - or obscure - what to make of its absence. For recognition that 'human nature' is here today and gone tomorrow, fails to tell us what to expect as we become dead to ourselves and others and superfluous to the world at large.

Because the rest of 'mother nature' lives unaware of the scandalous terms of existence, dumb creatures are thereby spared the habit of rabbiting-on about life as the plaything of death.