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I just thought of this today, and I wanted to chronicle it some way. So here it is:

The world is filled with billions of conversations. Each one has its own importance to the parties involved. But, eventually, they all meld into one white line on the highway of life. Its importance is lost over time. Just a part of the greater white line, forever continuing on into the horizon. Every once in a while a particular line will stand above the rest, but to most travelers they all look the same. Even though the actions of the common can have even greater merit than those of the great, only a few are remembered.

I'm not sure if that's as clear as I had wanted it to be. . .
If you get the meaning, please post a response explaining your interpretation. Who knows, maybe i did write it clearly.