You can’t, of course. On our year traveling the world, Alex and I would often look at gravestones near old decrepit churches. At some point in history, these gravestones were new and people would perhaps lay flowers on them. Years later, maybe a relative or two would come by on an anniversary or birthday. Decades later, maybe some stranger from the same village would recognize the name and smile slightly. But soon, the marker is anonymous. When we saw many of them, the march of nature had worn them into illegibility. Tombstones are a shout in the dark, but eventually the echoes subside.
