Random Thoughts

What is a man's place in history? Why do so many try so hard to leave their mark? To be remembered for generations to come, good or bad, for better or worse. In a way, isn't this the true form of immortality? What is the existence of a man? Can we really say a peasant, who toiled the earth two thousand years ago truly existed? What if he left no trace of records, no pots, no mudhuts to prove his existence? What if he had no place in history? We do not doubt our own existence, nor do we doubt the unexistence of anything until we have found their imprints in the sand. Generations later, who will remember me? Two hundred years later? Two thousand years? Two million? Will the human race even be remembered? If the human race was to be never discovered once we are extinct, then did we really exist? Is existence really just a concept that really is the creation of our minds. Maybe anything we can imagine, speculate, and cannot disprove of, exist. How can a worm ever know the existance of the seeds of an apple until its has reached it.