I'm reminded of the story of three monks who approach a stream. A lady needs help getting across and one monk helps her across. Outraged, the other two monks carry their disgust all the way to their destination, where the helpful monk proclaims "I left her on the other shore, while you are still carrying her."
Disciples, this I declare to you: All conditioned things are subject to disintegration – strive on untiringly for your liberation.
Sotthī hontu nirantaraṃ - May you forever be well.