|Seattle Stele: local lawn monument to Art. Photo: Bella Q|
The past is never dead, it is not even past.
I decline to accept the end of man. It is easy enough to say that man is immortal simply because he will endure: that when the last ding-dong of doom has clanged and faded from the last worthless rock hanging tideless in the last red and dying evening, that even then there will still be one more sound: that of his puny inexhaustible voice, still talking. - William Faulkner