We can leave some knowledge behind. But think about the huge amount of information and knowledge that is lost forever when we die. Nothing left for those trillions of memories, flashing from split second to split second as we register visual images and thoughts that cross our synapses through small electrical fires.
A wonderful cornucopia from which we all could learn and be surprised.
It is a shame that, as our lives wind down and we seek some solace in a world burdened by so much pain and suffering, we cannot save the happy times, kind thoughts and romances of the body and mind. They could be showers of brilliance into which we brew a happy cup of wake up, and a happy pillow of sleep. But instead even we forget to concentrate on them as the end comes, usually with great sadness and loneliness.
It is a hard fact of life that so many of us, in our last years on earth, have no one with whom to share our memories. So few to listen, if any at all. As if our time were wholly meaningless in the never-ending stream of mankind.
No wish too great, no feeling too powerful, no statement too meaningful, to make others take notice.
In the end, it is our end alone no matter who has listened.
I am sorry for all of us who have few people or no one to listen.
May you lift up your spirits by saving these thoughts in some way until your final days.