lost in the noise

we live in a sea of noise: buy that, hate him, love her, follow me; the voices on all sides are the sea in which we swim. Some of them are friendly, all too many of them are sharks. In some ways this is the true fear of death; will my children, will my ideas, will my ideals survive the passage of time. I can think of no greater curse than "May your plans crumble in your hands, you allies thrown down, your name whispered as a curse. Watch as your enemies breach your walls, may your ideals be cast in the dirt and danced upon by those who opposed you. Finally the greatest curse of them all, let your soul be scattered in the wind and lost in the noise of the world......"