Echoes

If you get a massive telescope...and i mean massive, you can see millions of miles out into the universe. You can see so far, that it acts as a time machine and you can see things far back into time, things which came into being milliseconds after the big bang. The very echoes of creation.
The 'white noise' of radiation can still be picked up on radiotelescopes, the past echoing into the future.

There are things in my life which still bounce quietly round my mind. Some hollow memories, some warm harmonies echoing around inside my head, and affecting me day to day. In fact memory itself is one large cacophone of sound, echoing back at different volumes and with different sounds.

I hope that in some way, my life will not fade out with my body. That echoes of my life will rebound around this world, in the minds of others-that my echo will live on, long after i have died. I hope that i will create an echo in the minds of whoever i meet-that i might have some positive effect on their life through who i am, what i say.
I hope that then they too will create an eternal echo.

Thought for the Day: What we do in life, echoes in eternity