Of that you may rest assured. You will not be remembered by the wind, or the trees, or the waves. Bees will never taste your name in the pollen they collect, bears will not raise their young to fear your likeness, and the decomposed earth of your remains, fed upon by curling clouds of fungus, will taste no different than any other salt of the earth. When your bones crumble, the dust will not inspire the Earth to quake with reverence, for she only trembles for the stars and for herself.
It seems family will always be connected, and friends will live on in that kinder world of memory. But your name on a stone will mean nothing to the next millennia, if you survive the relentless apathy of nature. Will humanity even last that long, I wonder?
The Universe forgets, and Humanity also forgets.
Matter continues to morph and expand, but the greater it becomes, the greater the part of it that ceases to matter. The now is dwarfed by the inconsequential past, supposedly learned from and then promptly forgotten, just like Geometry. Even the world teaches to the test.
By this point, you might think this site centers on some depressing attempt at philosophy rather than the world of Tolendria it is supposed to be documenting, and you are most likely correct. However, there is one last truth I would like to convey that might encourage you as you leave this site in the dust.
Humanity can also remember.
We can. No matter how lost the information, we can fathom eternities in the presumably numbered years all the way back to the beginning of infinity and all the way up to its end. The limit f(x) does not exist.
To me, as well as my dear cousins, the land of Tolendria holds this idea tightly at its core. The Universe has forgotten Tolendria, and some people believe it was never even a thought, but to me, it represents an eternity that proves humans can remember. Even things that never existed.
If you want to remember with me--to remember things like love that is chosen, friendships built on trust, dreams darkening the door of reality, vast worlds riddled with adventure, diversity that is cherished rather than scorned, beliefs that are fought for, heros in bedsheet-capes who grin through the shadows--by all means, dive in. But know too there is darkness in our minds. Humanity strives to forget it, but if you want to remember goodness, you must learn to live with the shadow lurking in the corner of your mind. It has been there since the beginning of our eternity, and will be present at the end.
Is it really so bad though? My cousin Beatrice thinks I am crazy, but if I have something I wish to fight for, I much prefer having something to fight against. What meaning is there in believing something without opposition? Be thankful for the darkness, because it can always be used to sharpen your memory. Never mistake that thankfulness for submission or approval, but face it head on. Don't try to forget the shadow, or avoid it. Embrace it, and smother it. And remember.
The Universe forgets, Humanity forgets, but there are things worth remembering. No matter how lost they seem, let us never cease our strivings to uncover them.
Have no idea what in the Universe I'm talking about? There's a special page just for that, written by my much more sensible cousin. It is most likely helpful.