Does it ever worry you that after we are dead and gone, we will be a frozen stale photo staring blankly at the world, or a feeling of someone else’s memory, or a quotation from someone else’s mouth? We’d be treated like Gods, no longer seen, no longer contained in a body, but in the minds and hearts and souls of others. We will be a belief, a set of feelings, a far-off memory. We will exist only as long people want us to. So if we make efforts to live in the hearts of others, we will never really die.