There was a guy in ancient Greece that burned down a famous temple for exactly that reason.

I realized this when walking along Hollywood Boulevard. I didn’t think I had to go that far until I saw a star with a name I knew. Showed me that even if you are famous, it won’t take long until you are forgotten.

There are only two ways to be remembered. First, alter the way of history in a significant way (or at least make everyone believe it’s because of you), or second, write a book with really good ideas. Arguably both are the same.

I want the peace of never having existed in the first place. So, being entirely forgotten is a second best kind of peace. Best one can get now.