A few years back I visited the Accademia Gallery in Florence, to see firsthand David by Michaelangelo. In that venue, no one is allowed to take photographs which seemed to trigger shock reactions in many of those seeking to get a once-in-a-lifetime glimpse of that beautiful piece of art. It caused me to wonder how do you remember or prove that you were there without a photograph.
These days, or perhaps it’s been forever, there is an obsession with leaving some fingerprint, footprint or lingering essence of our being.
We try to find ways to leave our voice our our name behind in the places we have been.
We long to be remembered and let people know our thoughts.
A pen, a marker, a stone can leave a mark
Monuments built for remembrance. Focus your eyes and take in the feast of it all
You are remembered for the rules you break —Douglas MacArthur