“On the day we die, the gentle breeze will erase our footprints on the sand.After the breeze is gone, who will tell eternity that we once walked here at the dawn of time?”— An old song of the Bushmen tribes.
"remembering…
an act that only sapient creatures do…
it may be the most important things they do…
in my travels i've seen creatures all shapes and sizes. some were gigantic and mighty ,others were dwarf and weak.other's did not have physical bodies at all.
some of them reproduced in thousands,others procreated once in a lifetime.others did not propagate at all.
yet they all-despite their incredible diversity- seem to have a common desire…
The desire to be remembered,to have an impact
The way they will be remembered,and who will remember them is -to a high degree-irrelevant.
And so they shall be remembered…
Remembered by us."
-A text found on the dead body of him