Plea #69: Hour's Glass The sands of time erase all.
At some point, a memory, once cherished, will escape your recollection. 
Maybe soon, will come a day when you see someone you loved for the last time.
In many years, your pulse, once passionate and lively, will lose its rhythm.
In the coming centuries, what's now common text will be damned to complete obscurity.
And then, there will be a day when an entire language is spoken for the last time.
When a star glimmers, it's its last spark.
When a planet ceases to be observed.
When this universe shuts its eternal eye.
When time itself unravels and becomes immeasurable.
Eventually, even the sand itself shall erode its own glass and spill out into space.
When this happens, will anyone know?
Will our sins be remembered?
Will our deeds go forgotten?
Will anyone care at all?
When a world dies, does it make a sound?
Does it even matter if it does?
When everything's gone... The very concept of legacy will cease to be.
When you've got one foot through life's fantastic door... Will you be dying with legacy?
Or will you have lived without burden?