I've been mulling over some philosophical concepts lately with my focus being on the role of the individual in human history. Who am I (as an individual)? How often will individuals actually be able to leave an impact on the world? What about the multitude of individuals whose passing from this world leaves not a trace in the annals of history? From these questions I have drawn some personal conclusions about dreams of grandeur and their relationship to realism.
“It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.”
― Ernest Hemingway
