But…What Does It All Mean?
Listen to Legacy
Legacy
These songs and essays are my modest attempt at leaving something behind — not money or monuments, but traces of attention, curiosity, and care. I have lived mostly within a small circle, loving a few people deeply and making things that pleased me, unsure whether any of it would matter beyond that circle.
Over time, I realized I will never be “That Guy” — the one history remembers by name. And strangely, that realization was liberating. Most of us are not here to reshape the world in obvious ways. We are here to participate: to notice, to love, to wonder, to make what we can with the time and temperament we are given.
Lives compress quickly. Stories become anecdotes, then names, then silence. Perhaps my grandson will one day encounter these pages and glimpse who I was. Perhaps not. Either way, for a while, I was here — awake enough to pay attention.
Walt Whitman offered the clearest answer: the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse. Not a masterpiece. Not a monument. Just a verse. In the end, that is the legacy I am willing to claim — not permanence or remembrance, but participation.
