Obscurity comes in two forms: It can be either assigned (by God) or chosen (by us). I don’t know whether one is harder than the other. I just know that from a prideful, human point of view, either can gnaw at us. We don’t want to live as one in a crowd. We don’t want to be just another person living in a subdivision in the suburban sprawl that has become America. And we certainly don’t want to die without making our mark on something … anything.
