We die, and our bodies are pressed into the earth. Time passes. Cities are built on top of our graves. The people in those cities die, and their bodies are pressed into the earth, in turn, above us. We all go deeper and deeper into oblivion. And then, when we wish to be remembered, we tremble and we make the earth shake. We shoot out of volcanoes, our voices loud and fearsome, our faces spectacles of fire. The living run away from us, because we are no longer what we used to be.