Forever, I sit alone on my couch, the view remains, never the same. Cup of Life Steam rises from the water the humidity helps my nose feel better, this ritual I go through water, steam, drips from above the kettle onto the stove safe, familiar my life. I watch wet, warm my life. Finally, you can take that rest, go ahead and sleep in, so to speak. After all, no one has ever come back to complain.
Many people leave children as their mark on the world, a hedge against the inevitable.
The Egyptians left the pyramids, testaments to an amazing culture. Through mummification, people who died thousands of years ago can have their lives retold. Yeah, Helen of Troy, what a babe I would never want that because everyone you know would die, and the world would keep changing. And think about what people would say about our society 500 years from now. The rich decadent foods served to this simple farmer by the king finally did him in.