Who am I, but a passthrough?

Who am I, but a passthrough? I am not built for building things that last. I am not made for sticking to the earth. People who once knew me no longer do. But, I do my duty. I carry with me a sense of mission. I am a useful thing.

You will hear tales of great heroes when you look up or down my family line. But, you won’t hear me mentioned in these tales, except as a perfectly biblical “begat.”

What’s in a name, except a single packet of information? So-and-so was a singer, once, and sang that song that went something like this. So-and-so was a President, a serial killer, a king, the progenitor of this or that theorem.

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