I would to stand upon the highest cliff and scream at the stars in the sky, "I was here!" O, that the wind would remember my name....
There are so many of us alive, so many, many the world itself cannot keep track of us all. If we were all to climb up every cliff in existence and scream, the deafening sound would be such that no one's name could be heard in the cacophony, at all. If the wind remembered everyone's name who ever was, there would not be enough time in any one man's life to hear them all, and who would remember even half the list if the wind spoke name after name after name, every time it blew? For the most part, we who live are anonymous to almost everyone else who ever was.
...I will live as if I mattered, for I cannot live in any other way. I will live as if there is a Memory who in secret recalls me — who lives otherwise?
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