Reading about the lives of ancient peoples you realize much.

What is is that any man is doing here? Writing about history only to become history himself. Biding his time until he too is swept under the carpet of eternity.

Maybe the ancients pondered our same thoughts, despairing over their mortality. Eternity presided them and eternity followed them.

How long do you have left until your brain fizzles out and you cease to exist? What care have you regarding your funeral? Will a man give any greater care about of the state of affairs after his life than he gave during the last 14 billion years, biding his time before his birth?

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