Who among us does not wonder what his own modest and swiftly evaporated legacy will be? I suspect folks will recall me as "sybaritic" rather than say "He bargained well with time". Some will say "He was lucky." Others, "No. He worked." So be it. I am of my nature found. No thought of post-tumbling remembrance will shake me from this perch. Like Simeon the Stylite, I can see you all quite clearly from up here and through the quiet tangle. I know you better for it. I inspect your traffic, your upsets and your passions. In absence, they begin to make sense to me.
