When my fifth grade science
teacher first
alerted me to the fact that little by little the sun was burning itself
out, I knew what had do be done. Someone - that being me - had
to start collecting everything he could about the world as it existed
today
and put it somewhere safe. After the sun died out and all the earth
people
shriveled up and blew away, whoever found our remains (that part wasn't
any clearer to me then than it is now, but I felt that someone
somewhere
would eventually find us) would also find my collection of stuff and be
grateful that someone had had the foresight to put all of that
information
together. I even envisioned the future scientists in conference
together,
with the head one saying "Gee, without this insightful young man's
collection of stuff, so securely and safely stored in a shoebox under
his
bed, we might never have known what Earth life was like." I managed
to collect two Readers' Digests
and a Polariod photo of our
street
before my brother stole my Star Wars figurines and demanded two packs
of
bubble gum as ransom, and I realized I had more immediate concerns
to deal with.
I was reminded of my shoebox project
while visiting
the petroglyphs at Three Rivers Petroglyphs National Recreation Site.
Who
hasn't dreamed of creating something that will still be admired
hundreds
of years into the future? While the
meaning
of some of the petroglyphs is still unknown, their beauty is readily
apparent.
The fact that they have survived and continue to inspire awe for over
700
years is no small feat. The lesson I learned? If you want
something
to last, don't put it in a shoebox under your bed. Make it beautiful
and
it will last forever, even after the sun goes out.