And each one of the members of the town, regardless of their social standing or self-importance, were placed in a box and then lowered into the ground we walk on today. People generations ago were lowered into the ground and each one of them were marked in someway as having been real and true. They may have been part of a beautiful Cemetery that was once taken care of by caring people. But as time has flown by that same place may no longer exist as even the markers themselves may have been absorbed by the environment on top and below. All this happens, generation after generation... on a speck of dust floating... in a sunbeam.