Circles

In the event of every life, there often comes a time when there is a wish for a bigger space. Often, it ends up in the buying of and moving to a new house. Often the journey does not end there. We take apart and renovate and rebuild to make it “our” space. That may be the reason why mansions are built. The reason seldom is it ever be to house the numerous servants or the extended family.
Then the next move becomes the search for a good grave site. The favorites are those that overlook the sea (at least in novels and story books) or which overlook the native land and those that harbor fond memories. The other choice, besides ground burial is cremation. There the story continues with the choice of columbarium if the ashes are not scattered. The extreme though not for everyone of course, is being blasted into space, to drift among other space debris.
This is the endless circle, isn’t it? Of course, some call it progress.