What immense power of imagination and vanity to think that anything will be remembered.
What incredible force to put meaning and purpose into the small doings we have.
What blindness to forget the span of Time and the forces of Nature, the powers of tens that outnumber all Human creation and leaves but historic relics to witness the moments of yesterday. Our attempts to manifest are desperate, yet pleasing, are in vain, yet our destiny.
The Flux of Life is brutal and seperate from our Thoughts about it. Life is short, yet each moment eternal and accessible.