[ SECRET POST #2696 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #2696 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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Comments

Re: Nonfandom Secrets/Confessions

[(Anonymous)]

The only thing that bothers me about potentially not having kids is that I'll be forgotten about.

Re: Nonfandom Secrets/Confessions

[(Anonymous)]

Do something memorable?

Re: Nonfandom Secrets/Confessions

[(Anonymous)]

You'll be forgotten about eventually whether or not you have kids

Re: Nonfandom Secrets/Confessions

[(Anonymous)]

+1. All of us will eventually be forgotten, and sooner than you think. Have kids, and maybe you'll be remembered by your grandkids, but not much past that, and maybe only as a name. And eventually that will be forgotten too.

How many people do you remember from the 1900s, 1800s, 1700s? Unless you're a newsmaker, you're gone. No big deal, it happens to most of us.

Re: Nonfandom Secrets/Confessions

[(Anonymous)]

Your kids'll forget about you when they're teenagers. Or so I'm told.

Re: Nonfandom Secrets/Confessions

[ill_omened]

Re: Nonfandom Secrets/Confessions

[silvereriena]

I don't think that's true, OP. You can have other family aside from children who will remember you. Good friends. And having children doesn't necessarily guarantee a legacy or anything.

Re: Nonfandom Secrets/Confessions

[diet_poison]

What do you mean?

Re: Nonfandom Secrets/Confessions

[(Anonymous)]

Would you rather be forgotten, or remembered for being the mom/dad who didn't really want kids but had them anyway out of fear of being alone/forgotten/without a legacy/not immortalized?

I'm not accusing or assuming, just asking.

Re: Nonfandom Secrets/Confessions

[(Anonymous)]

Of my 8 great-grandparents, I only know one of their names without going to look them up, and I only know that name because my grandfather was named after him. I don't even remember the name of my one great-grandmother who lived long enough for me to meet her in life.

Everyone gets forgotten, or is only remembered as a name on a list or gravestone somewhere. Having kid just delays this by a generation or two.

As an archaeologist, I can tell you that your best bets for being remembered in the long run are conquering a large swath of Asia or Europe or building a pyramid (and it needs to be a big pyramid). Major scientific or artistic achievments are also an option, but you need to try and record your ideas in a resiliant format, like carved stone.

Re: Nonfandom Secrets/Confessions

[(Anonymous)]

Who cares to subsist like Hippocrates’s patients, or Achilles’s horses in Homer, under naked nominations, without deserts and noble acts, which are the balsam of our memories, the entelechia and soul of our subsistences? To be nameless in worthy deeds, exceeds an infamous history. The Canaanitish woman lives more happily without a name, than Herodias with one. And who had not rather have been the good thief, than Pilate?

But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity. Who can but pity the founder of the pyramids? Herostratus lives that burnt the temple of Diana, he is almost lost that built it. Time hath spared the epitaph of Adrian’s horse, confounded that of himself. In vain we compute our felicities by the advantage of our good names, since bad have equal durations, and Thersites is like to live as long as Agamemnon without the favour of the everlasting register. Who knows whether the best of men be known, or whether there be not more remarkable persons forgot, than any that stand remembered in the known account of time? The first man had been as unknown as the last, and Methuselah’s long life had been his only chronicle.

Oblivion is not to be hired. The greater part must be content to be as though they had not been, to be found in the register of God, not in the record of man. Twenty-seven names make up the first story and the recorded names ever since contain not one living century. The number of the dead long exceedeth all that shall live. The night of time far surpasseth the day, and who knows when was the equinox? Every hour adds unto that current arithmetick, which scarce stands one moment. And since death must be the Lucina of life, and even Pagans could doubt, whether thus to live were to die; since our longest sun sets at right descensions, and makes but winter arches, and therefore it cannot be long before we lie down in darkness, and have our light in ashes; since the brother of death daily haunts us with dying mementoes, and time that grows old in itself, bids us hope no long duration; — diuturnity is a dream and folly of expectation.

There is nothing strictly immortal, but immortality. Whatever hath no beginning, may be confident of no end; — all others have a dependent being and within the reach of destruction; — which is the peculiar of that necessary essence that cannot destroy itself; — and the highest strain of omnipotency, to be so powerfully constituted as not to suffer even from the power of itself. But the sufficiency of Christian immortality frustrates all earthly glory, and the quality of either state after death, makes a folly of posthumous memory. God who can only destroy our souls, and hath assured our resurrection, either of our bodies or names hath directly promised no duration. Wherein there is so much of chance, that the boldest expectants have found unhappy frustration; and to hold long subsistence, seems but a scape in oblivion. But man is a noble animal, splendid in ashes, and pompous in the grave, solemnizing nativities and deaths with equal lustre, nor omitting ceremonies of bravery in the infamy of his nature.