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Historical Lunatic

I have the very vain wish to be remembered historically. Of course I'd like to do something politically, scientifically, or literarily important (in the reverse order), but if that fails...

...it's vain and silly, I know...

...but I want to be one of the primary players in one of the World's Great Romances.

I want, years from now, perfect strangers to read my journals, and instead of saying "Typical," or "What a nutjob," I want them to remark to themselves at the intensity, passion, and beauty of my eventual primary relationship.

I suspect it's one of the sorts of things that most people will grow out of. But it's just that nagging little desire at the back of my head to collect fame for something, and love is something I know I can put everything into...
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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