I love this sentiment. I started writing (initially) for reasons that now seem selfish. For me, I’m terrified by the idea that one hundred years from now, no one will even know I existed, or contributed anything meaningful to humanity. I want to feel like there was a purpose to my life, otherwise what was the point? I know I’m wading into some pretty heady philosophical currents here - suffice it to say… By writing, I engage in my personal rebellion against deep time.