From time to time, I find myself gazing at the evidence of history. This is not uncommon for someone who spends most of their life searching records in libraries, but it does impact me at odd times out in my wanderings in the deserts of the American Southwest. I was reminded of this fact when I took a train ride from Provo to Salt Lake and saw the graffiti painted on the sides of the railway cars on side rails along the way. People have a desire to be remembered and recognized. This desire is not new. It has existed since ancient times. I suggest that petroglyphs are only an historic manifestation of this same urge for immortality.
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