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Jun 10
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Rosepathfading

Death and Remembering

You remember Shakespeare.
But not who he wrote sonnet 57 about.

You remember Hamilton.
But not his son.

If we all die? Who will remember us?

You remember Abraham Lincoln.
But what about his mom?

We all die eventually but will we be remembered?
There are about 102 billion dead people. 
And 7 billion alive ones. 

That gives each alive person 14.5714285714 dead people to remember.
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Posted: 06.10.20
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  1. EpicElle
    Jun 10, 2020

    This is deep- And I love it! I already remember more dead people than 15, so I think I'm good! *winks*

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  1. Rosepathfading
    Jun 11, 2020

    thing is though other people probably know those people too. so everyone would have to search through history for someone only they remember.

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  1. NiñaEstrella
    Jun 11, 2020

    Wow. This is... crazy!

    “If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.”
    ― Oscar Wilde

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  1. Rosepathfading
    Jun 14, 2020

    Thank you so much! I've recently been pretty inactive on YWP so it feels good to get good reactions on one of my first posts in a long time.

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