As Easter fades away, many of us would wish to sustain, in some way, its message, its message that life does not end with death, that life will continue on beyond itself.  In the heat of existence, on the days when we are feeling particularly overwhelmed with the exigencies of being alive, remembering this message becomes difficult.  We may feel as if we are like people who, as Virginia Woolf observed in her "Lives of the Obscure," are "advancing with lights in the growing gloom," heading toward obscurity, the obscurity of a life lived, a life enjoyed immensely but a life one day to end and be gone, never to return.  Believing in eternal life is hard in the morass of the material present.  We cannot see it, so why put our trust in it?
     Some words from Yeats may help here.  "And God stands winding his lonely horn, and time and the world are ever in flight."  Time and days wear on, and the years drag by, unyielding, unchanging, but God, as this, and the psalmist, remind us (Psalm 90) remains.
     It's hard to see the end of a road at its beginning, yes, but at least there is a road to follow.  With a destiny at the end.
     Years ago, Fredrick Nietzsche claimed, "I am a destiny!"  He's right, but only because, contrary to his beliefs, there is a God.