I pass this building on my way to work. Who exactly is or was Martin J Ruter? As I pondered this I thought about the ceremony that was performed for the naming of this building. The person for whom the garage is named was bestowed a great honor within the organization. There was probably a lot of pomp and circumstance, there were probably long speeches and the recipient and his family probably shed a tear or two. Judging by the condition of the signage, it looks like it was relatively recent. The rest of us drive by wondering who this was, if we even notice it at all.
How many structures, roadways, airports, forests, have we encountered that are named after people have we never met, and most that we have no idea even who they are? These honors are so fleeting, and yet they persist.
Doesn’t this illustrate our desire for immortality?
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