We are such stuff
As dreams are made on; and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep. -- The Tempest, Act IV, Scene I
My Take - All lives are ephemeral. My grandmothers are a memory to me, and a vague memory to my children. My kids' children may or may not have a memory of me, but I aim to have an impact on them. We are only here for a very short time, and we must make every heartbeat count as if it is our last. Heinlein had a saying about taking big bites, and I plan on following it.
Good interpretation :-)
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