ABSTRACT
Life is tragic simply because the earth turns and the sun inexorably rises and sets, and one day, for each of us, the sun will go down for the last, last time. Perhaps the whole root of our trouble, the human trouble, is that we will sacrice all the beauty of our lives, will imprison ourselves in totems, taboos, crosses, blood sacrices, steeples, mosques, races, armies, ags, nations, in order to deny the fact of death, which is the only fact we have.
