I hope for someone to carry on my torch which flame I try my best to sustain by carrying the heaviest burden of dodging water to prevent it from going out. The water of fear and despair and every contingency they both conjure. For it might rain anways.
It has been said that projecting a thought in such a profound way can lead to immortality, that there will always be someone willing to instill that thought within themselves and their loved ones and also enemies. Ergo the cycle never ends and the same neurons that once held up your sentient being, is remembered through another person’s neurons. A neurological act of being transentiet, even though your own being was only transient. The medium in which the thought travels is a narrow path and never wanes nor withers away. But how can such a thought carry the prolongation of such without yielding? It must affect society and oneself to the point where there would be no possible way the thought could shrivel in one’s expression and only have a standstill in the vacuum of space.