A bit radical, when we explore the idea that leaving a nonlegacy is best for everyone. It seems that most of us want a legacy of children, grandchildren, inventions, fortunes, creations, collections, and just stuff. Being the odd bird that I am, I’ve lived knowing I that someday I will vanish. Reflecting upon my inevitable death I always think that I want no mention, anywhere, of the event. The world is to act as if I never existed. After all, I’m barely here anyway. Odd, even to myself. Then I read a Mexican poem that described how we die twice. First, our bodies die and then the true death happens the last time we are mentioned, the last time we are remembered. My thoughts are that death is death. Being mentioned, remembered, and so forth is on the people doing the remembering. Could I be wrong? Can there be a real connection between memories and the departed? A form of communion?
Aside from memories, we could contemplate the consequences of our earthy human footprint upon the planet we seem to live to destroy. Apart from our physical bodies, once returned to dust, our entire life footprint is a legacy of garbage. Until we learn to imitate the other species that try to coexist with us and only live biodegradable lives, we do not deserve a footprint on death. Crazy? Yeah! Real? Yeah!