Immortality: Loneliness from Beginning to End

Perhaps history's ultimate appeal lies in the questions it never stops asking: "What exactly are humans creating, and what are they forgetting?" When we stand before the Dunhuang murals and see the paradise painted by Tang Dynasty artists in the dark, or leaf through the notes of Hiroshima atomic bomb survivors and touch the words of those who tried to rekindle hope amid the ruins, the boundary between past and present dissolves with a crash. History is no longer dust in a pile of old papers.