> Just an interesting detail about myself I felt to share with you. Do
> you know what my Grandfather used to do for a living? He chiseled
> grave stones. I've never thought much about it till now. I wonder if
> it means anything on a metaphysical level. My grandmother used to
> call him Moses. That was a nick name he had. Now I understand why.
In many ways I really like the ancient tradition of monuments.
Grave yards are so inefficient though, and purposely out of the way. I'd
rather a large obelisk erected in public, where the names of the
deceased amongst the community are chiseled. You could fit hundreds
or even thousands on a single obelisk. And even if they were 10x10,
which would have to be pretty huge, you could them just about anywhere:
The center of a track. At the entrance to a municipal parking lot. On the
lawn in front of city hall... along a river path...
They'd take up *Way* less space than a cemetery, they'd be up front &
part of the community, passed daily by everyone...
There's something really special about stone monuments in a world that
is so temporary.
Just think of all the people who lived & died in NYC in it's, what? 400 year
history? And how few graves remain today. Even in Boston a lot of the
oldest tombstones don't actually mark a grave. As the city grew, the land
became more valuable they were moved to make room for roads and
sidewalks... probably a lot of building atop of what used to be grave sites.
And yet we have these monuments of stone that can last centuries.