There’s something inherently beautiful about rust. It is a vivid reminder that nothing we make will last forever – not our great machines nor our many fences. It may take a million years, but in the end, green leaves and sea water take it all back. We will all die, and others will stand where we have, and our mistakes and glories will be forgotten. I can think of few things more liberating than the certainity of death and decay. Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, rust to rust. Couldn’t have planned it better.