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Edited on Mon Jan-15-07 06:22 PM by Kutjara
...after a generation or two. My grandparents died before I was born, so I have very little idea what kind of people they were, and have only seen a couple of faded black and white photos of them. Any children I have will know even less than that.
All that will be known about us is what's written on our tombstones or in a book of remembrance. Since those words tend to be anodyne and cliched, no real information about our lives will be transmitted to the future.
People like MLK, Gandhi and, at the other extreme, Hitler and Stalin are remembered for their larger-than-life impact on the world. Over time, however, they become caricatures or symbols more than real people. Their names are used as synonyms for some archetypal behavior or other. Few people read their biographies, so what we know of these individuals is derived from pop culture and half-remembered school lessons. Since myth says far more about the teller and their preoccupations than it does about the putative subject of the story, even major historical figures become detached from the reality of their lives. Did george Washington cut down a cherry tree? Was Genghis Khan a psychopath? Was Abe as honest as everyone says? Was King George really mad?
In the end, then, we are all forgotten. Some of us may have our names hijacked and added to the "human story," but most of us are fated to be no more than names written in fading lettering on a stone.
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