Some people are going to miss you when you're gone, but then they will be gone too. The planet Earth might remember you, but as a part of itself: the carbon and hydrogen that took shape and walked its surface for a short time. The bits and pieces of dead you will be recycled. You don't need to look to the sky to see how inconsequential you are. The planet itself is sufficient. It does remember, after a fashion, like a vinyl record remembers. It records: broken pottery, footprints, cockroaches trapped in amber for millions of years. These memories are physical, like the grooves the needle passes through while perfectly re-playing a performance of Beethoven's ninth symphony. Can our memories be so faithful?
I have bought myself a medicine hat. I am trying to get to know the Great Spirit. If our ethereal memory has purpose, the Spirit is where that purpose resides.
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