What’s left after you’re gone?

All that scurrying about with various bouts of drama — all very exciting — and long after you’re gone the tide continues. Our impact seems simultaneously important and meaningless.

The concept of “importance”, seems relative to our own perceptions of reality; a circular train of reason that if removed leaves everything without explicit meaning, just that it exists. And by that logic, art, beauty, etc all fall into that same category: yet another perceptual filter. Beauty exists only in our minds, perhaps so that we may persist in a world whose meaningfulness may be of our own design.

And after you’re gone — perhaps the world is slightly shaped so that your perceptions may persist for others to experience

** and why does my iPhone take better pictures than my camera?