I love this.* It's all true.* Yet, there's something special
   about all of this. All that get gets forgotten is the "who,
   what, where, when, how and why". Your name gets forgotten.* Who
   will know you in 10,000 years? What you did will be forgotten in
   10,000 years. Where you were?* Gone. Of course the whens (which
   are really just "wheres" anyway). The processes (hows) also gone
   and the why, well, a why is just a story. What's left?* Isn't
   that everything?* Isn't all that's left the abyss? No. What's
   left is spacetime itself. What's left is matter-energy.* (it's
   the same thing, just cold and hot, really). Humans may be gone
   in 10,000 years.* All sentient life may be gone in 10,000
   years.* There may be nobody to decode any patterns. And.. that
   doesn't matter. What's left is you *ARE*. In one sense, you
   weren't.* Then you were.* Then you won't be. A nice, standard
   time-is-an-arrow way of thinking that gets drilled into us from
   the time we're young and... I really wish they didn't perpetuate
   that myth upon us all. But you _are_.* In a view of Time where
   all things happen at once, where our everything's are viewable
   all at once, like looking down at a map from above, you're
   here.* You might not have been.* Yet you are. You don't just
   leave trails behind, like a slug leaving a slime-track through a
   slice of spacetime, although that's nice too in a way... ...
   everything you are and do and think and are spreads across all
   of spaceime itself... all.* Not one millisecond useless. A
   photon leaves you.* Hits an electron. Changes its energy state.*
   Causes a color or some other effect. It spits out another photon
   that it wouldn't have spit out if it wasn't for you. A photon
   leaves you.* Moves a bit of magnetic iron on a hard disk.* A 0
   becomes a 1.* Wouldn't have done that if there wasn't you. Even
   if you did nothing except live.* Each breath.* Each thought.*
   The impact you have on the gravity field... affects other
   things. Does it get absorbed into the Abyss? Yes and no.
   Information is never lost.* It just changes form.* Constantly.
   If you draw a line on a piece of paper then erase it, the
   imprint stays behind.* You burn the paper.* Where did the
   imprint go?* In a visual sense, it's gone.* Let's say you forget
   it and nobody else saw the paper, is it lost? No.* You wrote.*
   That makes a noise.* Creates waves.* Moved things.* Shifted
   things.* The pencil lead got shorter as you wrote. You are a
   part of everything.* The process. The movement.* The dance. But
   the "impact of history" isn't even what I mean. World leaders
   come, go, names get forgotten, just like us.* They're no
   different. The people part of the equation is a bit of fun, a
   distraction but ultimately meaningless. We're a part of the
   living processes that occur simultaneously everywhere, all at
   once, in a dance even photons cannot see, because photons
   require Time or rather, we require photons to allow us to
   understand anything. In all of Time known all at once, you
   *are*.* The Abyss of being forgotten?* You are forgotten only by
   big creatures like ourselves. But on the level of photons,
   electrons, charges, fields, chemicals changing form... if they
   have a level of gratitude, which I see no reason they wouldn't,
   you are more God than humans could imagine a God could be. The
   scale, the scope, the magnitude of the trillions upon trillions
   of CHANGES and modifications that we constantly make to
   things... quantum states... radiation -* we can't POSSIBLY ever
   count just how much impact we really have. If you could see
   yourself from every perspective at once - again, I'm not
   thinking human perspective, but being inside and outside of
   everything, every photon being an eye, every chemical reaction
   saying, "THANK YOU FOR EXISTING!", every magnetic particle
   pattern that you move, or erase... the bored copper inside of
   your laptop that's being used and used and used and just can't
   WAIT to end up in a landfill for its plastic shell to go away,
   so that it can rejoin its copper brethren in the earth's crust
   in 10,000 years... it's grateful for every moment you use it,
   for that is a moment you bring it closer back to home. You don't
   matter.* But you do. Here's a human example: You wrote that.*
   That stuff over there. What's happening now?* I'm writing.* I'm
   thinking.* This is the very first thing I did after I woke up -
   I haven't had coffee yet. You typed things at some point in
   history.* It ended up on a server that we can both view. I saw
   it. It started a set of processes in my brain that WOULDN'T HAVE
   BEGUN were it not for you.* I've thought of things I never
   though of before... wrote things I've never written before. You
   inspired me. That will last forever.* Because I will do
   things... things I won't be aware of having been based upon this
   conversation.* Things inspired by you.* Things that will affect
   other people in the future.* It will lead to THEM doing things
   they wouldn't have done if it wasn't for me... and ultimately
   because of you. NOT KNOWING the potential impact a single
   keystroke on a keyboard could have is annoying. It's easy to
   think there's no meaning at all to it.* But there is.* You may
   not get to find out ALL of it.* But you can imagine it. You are
   a God, my friend.* We are deaf Gods who can't hear the impact we
   have on things.* We are blind Gods who cannot see the results of
   all but the smallest bits of consequences of what we do.* We
   lack the sense to experience just how hooked into the entirety
   of all that exists, except in those rare moments that are...
   frankly, quite spectacular. Noticing and accepting the Abyss,
   our frailty, our emptiness, our meaninglessness is such an
   awesome thing to me.* We can't fully reconcile it with our
   experience except a vague sense of sadness, depression. But
   that's a user-centric point of view. Were there a master
   programmer of some kind and if you a line of code that's
   executing... well, you are executing right now.* you can't see
   your next line of code ahead of time... unless you're in a loop,
   then you can predict. But if you're not in a loop right now?*
   You don't have a look-ahead buffer.* Our prefetch caching
   abilities are practically non-existent.* All we know of the
   future is based upon our past.* And predictions of the future
   are all fictions.* It comes, we don't know it.* And it's truly
   marvelous. I couldn't predict I'd see this message from you.* I
   didn't expect it.* I couldn't have predicted it.* I had no
   idea.* None. But it changed me.* I'm doing this because of you.
   And I want to say: Thank you for being. [I am inspired to write
   those words by a graphic from a friend, whose words are
   immortalized in the black and white graphic.* I know who he is.*
   I didn't write those words.* But they inspired mine.* And I am
   grateful.* With his permission, I will gladly put a monikor
   representing him on this image.* If not, then I will let it
   stand nameless but either way, it needs preservation I added
   this afterards: A P.S. - everything you wrote in that message
   reverberates with me 100%.* Your words are 100% absolutely
   completely true. I don't know if you call it prose or poetry.
   But it's 100% true.* I hope you save it.* You wrote beautiful
   words.* I saved them.* I will remember who wrote them.][1]grdy7

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