Futility. It’s almost a law of human endeavor. The falling snow erases the shoveled path behind us. The miles erode away the car we’re still struggling to pay for. The bodies we sweat and bleed and weep to maintain grow old and fail nonetheless. No matter how well we did our job, no matter what how much we had saved for retirement, in the end all our treasures are buried with the body they could not keep alive.