Remember me, when I die; don't bury me in a tomb of wood, or stone, but of history To be hated by my neighbor is to be a nuisance, but by his kin, infamy To be loved by my son is a bond, but by his son, legacy Not my body will preserve, but this ink; It's not me they'll remember, but these words Immortality, out of reach, even with my name on every tongue; my memory, in every heart, for all of time Me? I'll be, a million, trillion particles, afloat in the universe