Does anyone really care who or what I am? It will all be forgotten one day - but perhaps my writing, my paintings, my thoughts will live on? That, more than anything else, will give me away. So, I hope you will enjoy the fruits of my searches, my ideas and conclusions, finding your own serendipity.
Or as so eloquently put in the old Norse poem, Havamal:
"Beasts die,
Friends die,
Even you will also die.
But I know one thing
that never dies:
the memory of all men".
Quite an illusion - but if you work hard on it, then perhaps - - - ?