“Have you ever witnessed the mysteries of the cemetery? Have you seen the heaps of bones tossed hither and thither? Skulls without flesh on them, fearful and ugly, the sockets empty. The grinning jaws and the limbs strewn about. Look at these things: there you will find yourself. Where, then, is the flower of youth?… Where, in all these bones, are the things that make you proud?”
(St Gregory of Nyssa, ‘On the Beatitudes’)