All things of grace and beauty

One of the Things to think about:

No lists of things to be done. The day providential to itself. The hour. There is no later. This is later. All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes. --Cormac McCarthy

This passage occurs at the end of McCarthy's novel, The Road, as the chief protagonist, the Man, comes to terms with his own death.  McCarthy's casual mastery creates a beautiful sense of solace and peaceful resignation.  Is it not so?  "No list of things to be done.  The day providential to itself.  The hour."

Anyone (which is to say, everyone) who has anguished at the short life of a timeless sunset; anyone (which is to say, everyone) who has endured the agony of watching something beloved move forever beyond one's reach, watched it migrate from life to memory --he will understand.  "There is no later.  This is later."

The circumstances surrounding the end of the Man's life are bleak, seemingly hopeless.  And yet, McCarthy plants a subtle seed.  "All things of grace and beauty such that one holds them to one's heart have a common provenance in pain. Their birth in grief and ashes."

Everything comes at a price, right?  When we can live every day of our lives with this knowledge, we will have paid it.

Update:  ¡Perdóname, hermanita! ¡Casi se me olvida! ¡Feliz cumpleaños a Chae!