People often remark that life is a pilgrimage. During this month of the poor souls, this comparison seems particularly appropriate. During November, we turn our attention and our charity toward persons who once lived in circumstances much like our own, busy with the same activities which occupy us and absorbed by the same concerns which preoccupy us. But having completed their pilgrimage, they now live in a different world. It must be so because even by nature, let alone by grace, man is a creature of eternity. Time and the places of time are not his true home. Sooner or later, having shaped his or her destiny by his or her own free choices, a person must pass on to another world which, however far removed it may seem, is one which is actually more natural to man than this present life.