legacy

leaving work i was afflicted with a most devastating thought. it had to do with being alone, and dying alone, and what exactly would my life have been for?

"i must leave behind something beautiful," i thought to myself resolutely.

it could not be a child. what, then? a song, a poem, a work of art, something? the saved lives of my patients was now not enough— someone else would have saved them had i not done so. and all those other things seemed trivial trinkets anyway.

and very clearly i knew. the fundamental elements came to the forefront of my mind.

the answer is, as it is for every man,

spiritual legacy.

oh, crap.