how history is made

this is clear: you will die, eventually. eventually, no one will remember. your bones, eventually, will be excavated. they will ponder your life. they will get things wrong. they will argue theories versus theories versus geological theories. careers will be made on the lengths of your ligaments. academics will be heckled by journalists. politicians & hucksters will retell your story for vacuous ends. only you will have seen what you have seen. damn it, this is why you must live.