This page is a quiet place, like cloisters underground, to remember all the constituent moments, that in aggregate makeup ones’ being.
The solidarity of these memories, make up one’s life.
Is it a life well lived?
We will all be as red dust when this life has past, except as in memories of those who still remember.
Yet there always is time for the living for revision, which is our blessing and curse.
Given that inevitable conclusion, we have no choice but to try to better ourselves, touch those around us, shape and challenge our community, and ultimately change the world — and thus leave a lasting memory.