My dear friend, it has been a while since we spoke. I do hope that you are well. Have you been eating? Resting? Mindful? Kind? Grateful? I only hope for one. Today I think of the ancestry: the men and women before us who will be remembered in the books of time as great. I speak of immortality in space and time.
In this case I dare to speak of space, not simply as the encompassment of the three dimensions, length, width and depth, but further and deeper, as existence at a location in the vastness of the universe. Space and time thus define a molecule's coordinates moving in time.
Who we are is to be forgotten, like the millions of species that have existed before us, or the billions of men who have died since the advent of Homo sapiens. Disregarding time and space, we, who exist 13.7 billion years since the big bang, speak of men way before our time. Einstein, Hitler, Mother Teresa, Martin Luther King are just a few picks from The Recent Times (the book would be called). Whoever your hero may be, whether they chose to be remembered or not, they existed and will continue to exist, so long as the human race exists, in our portion of space and time.
Perhaps the world was created, perhaps it simply happened, or perhaps it is the ever-so-called wheel of time that spins us into and out of this existential plane. A cyclic cosmology. Everyone is granted his portion in the vastness of the universe. This we measure by date and place, a choice of the human race. But then, what other way is there to recollect, really? In any case, they are the grandest the four dimensions, the spacetime continuum.
"Why then do we waste it", you should ask my dear? We do not realize the insignificance of our significance. Yet when we realize the significance of our insignificance, only then can we be great. We are quick to sire ourselves my friend, to provide ourselves a little joy in this portion of existence, that our lives may have meaning. Yet our lives, and the lives of those we fight to provide for, are truly meaningless in the portion of time.
"Life is a journey, not a race", you should say. A double-edged sentiment. If it is indeed a journey, where are you heading? If it is the afterlife you are after, what impact in your limited existence have you made on this world that you should truly think you are deserving of the next? If there is an impact at all, how long will it last? We are human after all, undeserving. Perhaps we weren't meant to be great. Perhaps we were meant to only exist, consume, invent, destroy, procreate, explore and conquer, a fitting cycle for the human race, don't you think? Life is a journey, what journey does your life tell my friend?
We will be forgotten, an eventuality that we cannot outrun, whoever we will be. Yet for one to be truly immortal, they shall be remembered for as long as mouths can speak. Greatness is meant for everyone; it is only a matter of time and space, a story for witnesses, a quest for action. Wherever you are, whatever you do, so long as you have done it well, in that moment, you are great. Perhaps not every song shall be sung to exult every man, but for now, you are remembered by your actions at a place, some time. Isn't it how we tell our grandiose stories? That we were at some place at some time doing something? This tells you my dear, that despite the insignificance of your presence in the vastness of the human population, and in the endlessness of the universe's space and time, the only thing that matters, is your here and now. Use it. Guard it. Live well. Live free. Let go. Be you.
Beautifully so, be you. For the universe merely existed, and so did we, whatever way that may be. Be as bold, as brave, as vibrant, as colorful, as you you can be in every moment, just as the universe is. For we are our actions, we become them, write the stories of our journeys with them, are tied to them and live and die with them in every passing moment. We are measured existence in space and time. Paint your world however you want it, my dear, and keep close the secret elements of space and time.
Live, my dear, for moments are dollops of lingering actions in space and time. You will be remembered. If you are to be forgotten, in your journey, you will remember. Choose in the now then what you want to remember. Choose well. Do something. Do good.
