For Future Referance I didn't Write This. I Am Not Quite That Awesome.

A man is the history of his breaths and thoughts, acts, atoms and wounds, love,

indifference and dislike; also of his race and nation, the soil that fed him and his

forebears, the stones and sands of his familiar places, long-silenced battles and

struggles of conscience, of the smiles of girls and the slow utterance of old

women, of accidents and the gradual action of inexorable law, of all this and

something else too, a single flame which in every way obeys the laws that

pertain to Fire itself, and yet is lit and put out from one moment to the next, and

can never be relumed in the whole waste of time to come.