"Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity, and so we ask ourselves, will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we're gone? And wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?"- These are the strikingly poignant lines of the movie Troy.
I have always wondered at how far the concept of immortality will have its grip in the minds and hearts of this noble and belligerent race. It is perhaps best expressed in the silent angst of many souls of this generation. It seems that there are always a handful of lost souls, kindred spirits, or a bunch of counter-cultural yuppies who will always be at the heels of every existing fad or shifting trend.
The real question is "why do i seek it?". Why despite all the error of my ways, and the endless pursuit of trifling concerns do i always make an attempt to push it down, flush it in the numbness of work and superficial friendships? Why alwasy hide behind a hermeneutic of suspicion on every authority and seek to establish a sense of freedom, albeit fleeting and spectral in substance?
Perhaps fear drives me, or yet even sadness unexpressed in the chinks of everyday tasks and roles I must fulfill? A I so scared of being forgotten? Do I seek personal immortality?
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