”No scheme could have been more agreeable to Elizabeth, and her acceptance of the invitation was most ready and grateful. ``My dear, dear aunt,'' she rapturously cried, ``What delight! What felicity! You give me fresh life and vigor. Adieu to disappointment and spleen. What are men to rocks and mountains?
—Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Indeed, men are nothing to rocks and mountains. The stars are oblivious to them. Who will have the last laugh? Yet, so many people think that the world revolves around them. One day our bones shall turn to dust. The cemeteries are full of indispensable people. Yet, somehow the world still goes on.