How many of us want to live? How many not only pursue longevity through exercise, diet, but also surgery and cosmetics?
Our society is obsessed with youth. Extreme adventures, public approval, and ever-increasing risk-taking is the obvious trend. The equally obvious conclusion can not be far distant.
Given that the richest among us also strive for immortality, it seems strange that their ability to observe the obvious has failed them in their greatest desire. Who among them has not seen the richest of all humans, Rameses II, and his quest for immortality through a monument that we call Pyramid? No tomb, no edifice, no building will ever equate to his tomb, yet many of today’s rich try and immortalize themselves in structure. They will fail, even as Rameses II failed. We know the Pyramid, but do we know him?
The richest also try to create a legacy of “good works.” Even as they try to cure the world of hunger or disease, their complete efforts amount to a small fraction of what the world’s original richest man has done for the world. Rockefeller helped the South rise above the hookworm, even curing the world. He created an institute that has done more for the biological sciences than several major universities combined. He also helped popularize the modern version of the medical school. Yet, for all of this, who remembers his name? Who truly equates the good that he has done to the man? Do YOU know him?
And there is Emily. Quiet, small, taking care of her sick mother, crying over the many friends she has buried, and doing her best to hide from the world. Yet she wrote. And wrote. And wrote, breathing life into words.
In those words she expressed raw emotions of such power and purity than it’s likely her words, her feelings, her insights and her name will outlast any of the rich men the world has ever known… including Pharaoh, Rameses II.
A word is dead
When it is said,
I say it just
Begins to live
Thank you, Emily. I love you.