we forge bonds with others knowing they will one day be broken.
we live our lives as a quest for permanence while suspecting we will pass unremembered by the ages.
it is in the living that our lives have worth, in our friends and our children, our art and ideas, but mostly in each infinitely mutable moment that we matter.
man was not meant for immortality; that task falls to what he creates. we are remembered only by what we give to others.
