Humanity is haunted by the vastness of eternity and so we ask ourselves, will our actions echo across the centuries? across land and sea? will strangers hear our names long after we are gone and wonder who we were? how bravely we lived, how fiercely we loved? will there be candles lit to remember us? will our stories be told and cherished? only if we could imagine it, then it will become true. For the Mexican People eternity is as real as we believe in it. We celebrate life, death and everything in between; joy, hope, love, pleasure, hard work, pain, sorrow, grief, loss, family, community, colours, peaceful dusks, bright dawns. We open our eyes widely and watch how life unravels its delicate threads around and about us, and when the time comes, that time when silence is permanent and the physical eyes are shut down forever to the light of our material world, then we start living, living a new life that is, the life of the Mictlan. There is saying that goes like this: "One onl...
