A flower must die in the grip of winter in order to be born again in the fires of spring. A man must die in the grasp of old-age, and yet the lifeforce bursts forth in the children he has sired. An oak, though it spreads it’s arms to the sky for thrice-times a hundred years, is still finally stricken by death; and yet the life is carried on anew in the acorns it has borne. All that lives must die, and yet the promise of tomorrow’s life is contained in the seeds of today’s death. As it is in nature, so it is in the ideas and philosophies of man. Great ideas are born and flourish and mankind soars to the heavens on the wings of their truth and beauty, and yet these ideas, these philosophies must whither and die in order that new life, new ideas, new philosophies can be given the soil in which to flourish.