Boboli Gardens, Florence, Italy Many years ago one of my colleagues said to me that her mother was completing her life the way in which she had lived it. She was critical of everyone and unhappy. I was younger then and I thought this was a rather startling thing to say. However, I understand it better now. Life is a continuum that once begun can continue in a similar fashion. T.S. Eliot wrote in “Burnt Norton” (“East Coker”) “In my beginning is my end (Line 179).” Things change, houses come and go, civilizations rise and fall, but time past and future and time present are the same. Here it is…