Ka turns, and the world moves on. If we're lucky, we move on with it.Today is the last day of 2006. The last bit of the year in which Nova lived and died... and the world moves on.
I keep having to remind myself that that's what happens, just the natural progression, and that I'm not so damned important that the world should stop for me.
You'd think that the 269 sunrises since then would have convinced me.
Maybe 2007 will find me less stubborn, hard headed and egotistical.