The graveyard changes continually, yet it feels the same. The graveyard is a lode of mysterious things. Death clears the air of the city and the illusions of the living. The changes death brings are modes of returning. Death is the sacred ground we might miss in our hot pursuit of life. There is massive waste and disruption in the continuity of the ground, but the ground is always grounding, and we are always returning, through sacred ground to open sky.