Why should I want to know you if it’s true that even love is temporary? I could find no joy if love could only glue together earthly bodies. Would the sky exist if there were no one who could see the glories of the heavens? Science knows the Sun won’t last forever. Yet 'to be', it seems requires that there be One 'we' that permeates through spirit all that glows, and all things beautiful – each lovely rose can bloom eternally in the sublime. Each seed produces after its own kind. Could love and hope and peace and joy abide if 'nothingness' composed our formless side?