And then you were gone, like a lost memory. Except for your thoughts, your words, your creations, people real and not real, imprecise, and yet so precise. Like all those others, you are a mystery, no longer able to shed light or shadow. All those famous ones, and infamous and all who go unknown except by those that loved them. Where are we now, where will we be, but gone forever from memory? Gone when those with memory are gone as well.

Just be nice to people. You will feel good about yourself when you are.