ash to ash my ass

ash to ash, dust to dust. is that all you're made of? you don't carry anything with you when you kick the bucket. and trust me, that's one dented bucket from all those dead 'uns having given it their best shot to take along their goodies. so, is it worth being a lennon, an ali, a jordan? "of course", you say. "what kind of a fool question is that?" but hey, what's the point? do you do it for those that you leave behind? are you a hero of some kind? a saint? no you don't. so you do it for you.

Lennon left behind his songs and a wonky woman called yoko. And Ali will leave behind plenty of butterfly and bee stories of a slightly atypical nature. Its the legacy, bitch.

So, these guys did their shit for themselves. But they left behind something for the adoring public. But they probably didn't give a damn about them. Do you think Ali loved that honky boxing expert that still talks him up on ESPN 2?

performance demands acknowledgement. They... demand... respect. Not because they gave a damn about the people that give stars their shine, but because every action of theirs in public is a challenge to all comers. "Bring it on", they said. "I'm invincible. But I can be beat. I am the red queen". Did you hear Marion Jones say it in her car on her way to Balco?

Whatever their thoughts on immortality, none of these people thought 'ash to ash, dust to dust; reduce to CH4 we must.' leave that mark you idiot. you bum. today is not just another day. it's not even the first day of the rest of your life. that started yesterday. so do what you gotta do. then you find someone that can take you down. and take him down. and then you do it again. and again. sounds boring, right? a waste of time? don't knock it till you've tried it. coz that way, your legacy in place, you can go to work at being a legend. why? coz the chicks dig it.