One day, our bones the hills.
I paraphrase John Adams: “I must study war and politics, so that my children may study business, engineering and medicine, so that their children may study poetry, painting, and pottery.”
With our rising quality of living, perhaps one can achieve all these studies within our allotted span.
Yet - when that time is done and our works are faded into lone and level sands; all that might remain are ideas. These ideas echo in fellows we have shared with, given our trust to, who champion them still; and might one day pass them on.
This resonance is immortality.