I think for the longest time now we have lived in a disposable world. We walk away from nearly everything. The proof is in the pudding, or in this case, the landfill. But it isn't just there, we leave in front of a judge what we began on an altar, we waltz away from our churches, and we abandon kith and kin. Life itself seems to be of limited use as we explore ways to be rid of it in a sanitary manner. But, for all of that, God help me, I can't let go.