Humanity is archival, like the strata that compose the earth beneath us. Our structures and art, superfund sites to cathedrals, exist because of us.  The things we create form layers upon the earth, reflecting humankind, interwoven with the natural world that birthed us. We make the marks we make, like the creases in one's face, witnessing and demonstrating the story of each life. 

We won't be here forever. We can't be. It is not tragic. Our choice is whether to exist in fear or to see our existence as a celebration of our existence. Life is archival.