How will I be remembered? What’s my legacy? These are minstrel musings, an ego-generated mental entertainment. The under-appreciated and extravagantly named Victorian poet Coventry Patmore had a different kind of question: “Shall I, a gnat which dances in Thy ray, Dare to be reverent?”
You say you have a right to be angry. And yes, that’s right, you do. But what has this ‘right’ built, created, healed, helped, invented or reconciled?