Vainglory

In my youth I was full of vainglory, wanting to touch the lives of many millions, nay, billions of strangers, my name known round the world-- my mark made godlike on their lives.... What nonsense! The famous die and their fame with them, mostly. The few still remembered by name, who knows them really? Their lives were mostly secret when they were, known only to God and their unseen minds-- who knew them then, who knows them now? The life of the poorest peasant holds meaning in equal measure to that of a richest king as the Creator is unimpressed by gold and bored by our myriad vanities.... So I have learned after many foolish years what is important: to sing to the soul of another! And to listen closely for their song, even if we have never met, nor ever will....