Not to live forever, but to be remembered beyond the last heartbeat, the final breath. To leave a name painted, written or carved, to tell the air and any eye that chances by that the maker of this name once lived. Perchance someone might ponder awhile the name left behind, or report the sight of the found name, giving it sound once more shaped in the voice of a future stranger.
Is this not the reason for so much that we do? Do we not all yearn for such immortality? Not to live forever, but only to be remembered.
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