It can be sane to remember how petty
your foibles are in the scheme of things, except
you don't know that, you don't actually know that,
because of how consequences ramify.
You could be making a memory for someone
('He said something I have never forgotten')
and forgetting it. You could be providing
a perfect example of ignominy
from a certain point of view. Or wondering
why you bother as in Why do I bother
sending out for pastries and making a cup
of lime-flower tea for a change, when all he does
is sit there picking and sipping morosely?
You could even be feeling slightly guilty
about an action for which someone like me
centuries hence will be sincerely grateful,
such as setting out to see a branchless ash
and islands of purple shadow, while leaving
an injured friend behind in a lime-tree bower.
What are the chances of that? Go calculate
the concentration of squid ink in the sea.