For the longest time I have struggled with athazagoraphobia, worried that that I would just disappear not leaving my “mark” just another name left to the passage of time. But I sometimes stop and ponder maybe thats not a bad thing, Pericles was once quoted as saying “What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others” I fear the tapastry I have woven is mostly burlap and not silk.