“What do I matter?”
is written over the door
of the thinker of the future.

The Dawn of Day by Friedrich Nietzsche, trans. by J. M. Kennedy, aphorism 547

Of course each of us that lives believes – that “I” am here as an undercover Messiah. One way or another I (and you) desire to be a pivot-point, demonstrating myself to be transformational for all future humanity, for every generation to follow after. Would you not agree? This secret desire, to matter for eternity is the beating heart of my and your existence…

I ask often, obsessively – so far, how is that turning out?

I do not know. It is certain that I will join the remains of my ancestors, join innumerable generations that have lived and died, those bones returned to the earth, the very earth from which by fortune’s smile they lived for their season…

So, I continue to ask myself, “What do I matter?”

This tune has served as a tether for quite some time: Badlands by Bruce Springsteen.

This must be an AI produced video. It’s quite good. I note the vintage Ford Cougar auto that is used. More rare than the Mustang. And I love the wailing saxophone of Clarence Clemons.