WHAT shall we do When we lose the creatures who are dear to us, soul of our soul and flesh of our flesh?
"Forget!" answers Wisdom, if indeed with a variety of locutions aimed at softening the harsh advice. "Forget!" says Ethics in its turn. "Forward over the graves of the dead!", cried Goethe, and in chorus with him other great minds of the past.
We say that Time is the great healer; but too many good things, too many arduous achievements, are commonly credited to Time -- a being after all that does not exist. No, our forgetting is not the work of Time. It is our own work. We will to forget, and we-forget.
To all appearances the fact seems different. We commemorate our lost ones by gathering the reminders they have left behind, painting likenesses of them, Writing biographies and