This evening I read a nice piece on the ephemeral state of things, the transitory nature of life. It's not a new thought. Mystics have long said, "Nothing is permanent" to which Charlie Chaplin added, "Not even our troubles." But, there is one constant factor in life—our family. Everything else is a passing cloud, a parade of ghostly shadows. It's a wonderful and secure feeling to be able to return home every evening and be with people who love you more than anyone or anything else. It's a privilege not many have.