A reflection on memento mori, the ancient reminder that we die. The speaker holds two truths at once: his life feels deeply significant to him, yet the universe sees him as insignificant. Any meaning he has comes from what he chooses to do today, before he's forgotten.
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point, I'm going to be joining my friends underground. And it's a reminder to me, you know, what the ancients called memento mori, right? Remember that you die. And remembering that I have a finite amount of time left and that nobody is really going to remember me when I'm gone. That, you know, although personally, my life is of the utmost personal significance and universally, uh, the cosmos considers me one of the most insignificant things there is. And I'm happy holding those two concepts in my head at the same time. Any meaning my life has is going to come from what I do with it today.