i am suddenly overwhelmed by the lives that have been led by thousands and thousands of people, in their adolescence and youth, their married years and old age; moments shared with family and by themselves; intense full life led and then the death but it all goes on. their children and grand children looking back, center and forward and then back again before they cease to look completely, and then they are looked at in photographs and etched in memories, until those memories are forgotten, some written in books and read and remembered by a million others, until those go remiss too, and the books are rotten and destroyed; and other books get written and destroyed other lives continue until they cease as well and others continue and they die too, and it all goes on.