Isn't it nice to be remembered? Imagine a friend of your old age who remembers you. So you are actually wondering if someone you remember at the time remembers you.
Maybe you haven't had a coffee with everyone for forty years, but it gives time to a person, you share it with him. There is also a memory of remembering.
We have a memory, we have memories, so we can remember. Whether you love it or not. Or isn't it nice, actually?
Remembering sometimes it turns into grind. Remember, not to be remembered. It's a curse of income, man's memory. Aside from his torment, we are in existence by being remembered.
The more we're remembered, the more we're remembered by how many people. When the last person who remembers us is dead, we will no longer be remembered, and we will be completely destroyed as if we never existed. What a pain!
