As Diane Setterfield (The Thirteenth Tale) once said:
"People disappear when they die. Their voice, their laughter, the warmth of their breath. Their flesh. Eventually their bones. All living memory of them ceases. This is both dreadful and natural. Yet for some there is an exception to this annihilation. For in the books they write they continue to exist. We can rediscover them. Their humor, their tone of voice, their moods. Through the written word they can anger you or make you happy. They can comfort you. They can perplex you. They can alter you. All this, even though they are dead. Like flies in amber, like corpses frozen in the ice, that which according to the laws of nature should pass away is, by the miracle of ink on paper, preserved. It is a kind of magic."
There couldn't be truer words. Words are sometimes the most powerful thing in the world. I hope that one day, When i write a book (i know i will) that i too am remembered. We all die, there is no denying it. Yes, it can be prolonged with today's technology, but even so, there is ultimately no preventing death. Though i long to be with my true father once again, i think that it would be nice to be remembered by people on earth. For them to have something to remember me and my character...my voice.
That is all for today! ;)
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