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When you die, the matter that is your matter will just become matter, no article attached. That matter will belong to an number of things, that matter is not you. That matter was never you. But there is more to you than that matter. When you die, you will not disappear until everyonee who remembers you and whos actions that are effected however slightly by your memory, until all of them die and you are compltely forgotten. But even then you are not gone, not until all of the people who remember and are effect and effected by those people who remember and who were effected by you are gone. and so on, and so on, and on. You will persist, ever so fanitly, so slightly, on into perpetuatiy. Your life is so small, but, in the setting sun of the universe, its shadow is cast down through generation after generation, until it gets blurry and hard to see, but still there. A breath of a wisp of a thread, stretching out before you. We are eternal, but we will not last.

parting words

Sometimes you go through things that seem huge at the time, like a mysterious glowing cloud devouring your entire community. While they're happening they feel like the only thing that matters, and you can hardly imagine that there's a world out there that might have anything else going on. And then the Glow Cloud moves on. And you move on. And the event is behind you. And you may find that, as time passes, you remember it less and less. Or absolutely not at all, in my case. And you are left with nothing but a powerful wonder at the fleeting nature of even the most important things in life – and the faint, but pretty, smell of vanilla.