Somber stuff

The last time I went to BA, I went to the cemetery where Evita is buried. It has some really ornate mausoleums.

Walking through cemeteries usually gets me thinking about life and death, wandering around all those monuments commemorating lives past. What am I living for? When I am gone, will what I have done amount to anything?
How do you want to be remembered? Or if you decide to be buried, what do you want written on your gravestone?

From talking to more students, I found several who don't believe in God and consequently that there is anything more than this life now. They acknowledge that it's a pretty depressing perspective, because life on earth is a let down. I mean, even if you have tons of money and friends, you are always left wanting more. What we have is never enough to completely satisfy. I'll be the first to admit that I'm not always content. I think these deep yearnings we have line up well with the concept of the soul/spirit, that outlasts our physical nature. Paul of Tarsus, an apostle writes in a letter to the Philipians, "I have found the secret to be content in all circumstances" from knowing Jesus of Nazareth.
A couple blocks from my home, I found this graffiti. People always like leaving a mark.

It seems to capture the 'spirit' of Argentina. It reads "Jesus loves you," crossed out in red and replaced with "doesn't exist." I found it interesting.