We lost it in a Garden, and sought it in a Fountain.
We look to find immortality in our children, hoping our children will be as uncountable as the sand on a beach or the stars in the sky. We seek immortality through art, music, books.
That will not happen. In three generations, our names will be forgotten by our great-grandchildren, our works dust.
I teach my son my ideas. My thoughts become part of him. He will share them throughout his life.
My ideas will spread through the world, and I will live forever.