What endures?
Praise and accolades fade. Fellow feeling disappears like mist. The buildings and structures that bear my name will crumble.
I will die and stand before you at judgment. What will I have to show for myself then?
As I return home, you will ask, Child, whom have you helped? What was your intent?
Grant me improved motives, Lord, for I will face you naked.
(Letter #2,408)
Daily Letters to God 
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